I remember having a great love of Mary even as a Protestant–one not shared by my brothers and sisters of First Baptist. Or really nurtured…
I remember throwing around the phrase “Mother of God” in front of them to gauge their reaction. It was only later that I was able to begin admitting that she was MY mother as well.
Simultaneously, I felt idolatrous for thinking of her so frequently. I even wrote poems and dissertations intending to ridicule Catholic piety and veneration towards her and disprove her Immaculate Conception. But here I am–and I imagine it’s because she prayed all the more fervently.
My friend Graham is the godliest person I know. He’s a Baptist (semi-charismatic) and while admitting to being uncertain about things like her Immaculate Conception (“we can never really know, right?”), he still affectionately calls her Mother Mary at least around me. He went further by stating, “I totally admire Mary more than any of person…” I love him so much. lol
He’s a little of everything, and I’m blessed to have a friend in his position so open to her unending affection!