Sarah Reinhard found hope in Our Lady of Remedy when faced with the weedscaping outside her home.
I was a young mom, working full-time with small children keeping me busy at all hours.
And my brother-in-law gave us the most generous gift in the midst of the chaos: he brought a crew and tore out our old weedscaping and planted lovely bushes, roses, and easy-to-care-for plants. He transformed the area surrounding our farmhouse into a place of beauty.
In the two years following that, though, I managed to let this beautiful gift fall into disrepair. Oh, I could have blamed my husband, though a series of injuries and work stints really placed the responsibility for this sort of thing on me. I could have blamed my children, who really couldn’t be trusted in our front yard while my back was turned, because of the traffic on our state route. I could have blamed circumstances, my schedule of duties, and any number of things.
But, really, the blame fell on me. There’s no way around it.
That was a hard reality to face.
Often, though, the weeds serve as a reminder of my spiritual life. They have such a talent for getting in, staying in, and coming back to stay. Their persistence should inspire me.
Do I have that kind of staying power with anything in my life, let alone things like prayer and devotion? Do I allow God’s love to pollinate those around me the way the thistles spread their fuzzy seedlings with no thought of my rhododendron or day lilies or joy sedum? Do I allow my faith into my everyday living so that it infiltrates the world around me, inspiring butterflies and birds to stop and feed?
So often, when I’m starting to feel hopeless about something — like my gardening failures — I need only turn to early Church history for a change in perspective. In the late twelfth century, there was a slavery problem with Christians: They were being captured and sold and no one knew what to do about it.
Saint John of Matha, though, had an idea that involved Mary. First, he founded a religious order, the Trinitarians, to go to the slave markets and buy the captured Christians. Then the Christians were set free.
It was a grand plan, but it required massive amounts of money that the new order didn’t have. It was then that Mary was invoked under the title Our Lady of Good Remedy.
I can imagine the heartfelt pleas that went out to her, and I can also imagine how her heart must have gone out to those praying. Was there doubt among any of Saint John’s followers? It must have seemed like a crazy plan: Slaves weren’t cheap, and word must have spread that the Christians were rallying in this way.
And what of the slaves themselves? To be captured is one thing, but to be sold into slavery, to stand there while strangers bid on you, to be powerless to act on your own...and then to see the hope of the Trinitarians in the crowd.
Many thousands of slaves were freed thanks to the efforts of the Trinitarians. How did they get the money? I imagine it was a miracle, not so different from those occurrences in my own life, when some generosity seems to fall directly from heaven.
Often, the image of Our Lady of Good Remedy is portrayed with Mary handing a bag of money to Saint John of Matha.
The story of Our Lady of Good Remedy is one of beauty, one that forces me to look at the weeds around my house with a different attitude, one that inspires me to forgive myself and offer my shortcomings as a lesson.
Mary, Our Lady of Good Remedy, guide me as I search for help in my daily life. Help me to turn to you when I most need help. Amen.
About the Author
When she’s not chasing kids, chugging coffee, or juggling work, Sarah Reinhard’s usually trying to stay up read just one…more…chapter. She writes and works in the midst of rural farm life with little ones underfoot. She is part of the team for the award-winning Catholic Mom’s Prayer Companion, as well as the author of a number of books. You can join her for a weekday take on Catholic life by subscribing to Three Shots and follow her writing at Snoring Scholar.