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  • Petite histoire de Notre-Dame de Guadalupe
  • A Short History of Our Lady of Guadalupe

    Fleur NABERT


    According to the Guadalupe tradition, everything begins in December 1531, on the Tepeyac hill, near Mexico City. In a world still deeply scarred by the conquest, the Virgin Mary appears to Juan Diego, a recently baptized Nahua man.

    She chose neither a powerful person nor a scholar. She comes to meet a humble, discreet man and entrusts him with a mission: ask that a sanctuary be built in this place so that she may offer her love, compassion, aid, and protection there.

    But how could the words of such a simple man be heard?

    When the bishop asks for a sign, the tradition recounts that Mary invites Juan Diego to pick flowers on the hill. In the middle of December, he discovers roses there. He gathers them in his tilma, his cloak, then appears before the bishop. When he unfolds the fabric, the roses fall to the ground and the image of the Virgin appears on the tilma.

    This image, now venerated in the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City, carries a singular softness. Mary appears there with her head bowed, hands clasped, surrounded by light. Her face, which seems to blend different features, has over the centuries become a powerful symbol of encounter and reconciliation. She carries Christ within her and above all appears as a mother coming to meet her children.

    Perhaps this is where the heart of Guadalupe lies.

    Amid the wounds of history, Mary does not come to add power to power. She chooses softness. She does not entrust her message to the one the world would have spontaneously designated, but to a man without prestige.

    Guadalupe thus reminds us of something deeply evangelical: God likes to make the immense manifest through what seems small.

    And the roses that bloom in winter remain a wonderful image of this hope: when everything seems barren, grace can still make the impossible bloom.