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Mary, Queen of Heaven and Mother of all people, cannot be overly honored

Blessed Christine of Tuscany, raptured in spirit and introduced one day into the kingdom of heaven, saw Jesus Christ resplendent with glory and dazzling the immensity of heaven with His divine light. The brilliance of His garments and His throne shone down upon all of heaven. At His side and seated on the same throne was the glorious Virgin Mary, Mother of the Incarnate Word. The light of the Savior enveloped her entirely, and her most precious garments were of a marvelous whiteness. All the Angels and Saints venerated Her as their Queen with great joy and gladness. Then they seemed to leave the throne of their Sovereign to travel through all the celestial regions, and then they returned to prostrate themselves at Her feet to receive the sweet testimonies of Her tenderness and Her goodness. She blessed them, and they returned singing Her praises incessantly, with a melody capable of ravishing the whole earth.

Blessed Christine, filled with admiration, prostrated herself before the throne of the Lord, adoring Him and blessing His divine Mother. “Christine, My daughter,” Jesus said to her, “don’t be surprised at the honors that My Angels give to My glorious Mother, nor at the splendor of Her garment. Is it not right that heaven should celebrate, as it should, the glory and majesty of her who gave me to the world? The splendor of Her garment is the privilege of Her most perfect innocence and accomplished holiness. She alone is immaculate; she alone is Virgin and Mother; she alone is the Mother of God, the Queen of heaven and earth.”

Jesus blessed Blessed Christine, and the vision disappeared. Let us not be afraid, then, to honor and praise too much the One whom the whole triumphant Church exalts and sings with such happiness and magnificence.