The story of the Angel Gabriel coming to a young woman, a girl really, and saying, “Be not afraid,” has a long history.
The first time I participated in the feast day was in Mexico where I lived at the time, and my friend Katy and I went to Basílica of Santa Maria of Guadalupe in the northern part of Mexico City.
We went because a week previously, out driving in the country, we’d seen streams of people walking toward the city, along roads, converging paths, thousands of people heading toward the city. Some walked, some went on their knees.
On the eve before the feast day, with streams of people now walking through the city, and Mexico City is a very large city, we decided to follow.
It was one of the most astounding things I’ve ever seen. And…
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