By Debora Arriaga Weiss
I owe it all to my manager and to the Virgin of Guadalupe.
Infinite are the favors granted by the Virgin of Guadalupe. As Mexicans, Catholic or not, millions of us take refuge under her comforting starry mantle. She is our Guadalupe. mother of all Mexicans, the Morenita del Tepeyac.
Virgin-Mother, Santa Maria de Guadalupe is the banner that weaves maguey threads with those of silk into a tapestry of cultures and beliefs: of Tonantzin, our Madrecita (little Mother), Mother Earth, mother of gods and men, and Holy Mary Mother of God. Guadalupe-Tonantzin, symbol of national identity, emblem of unity, combination of indigenous and Iberic roots, the initial fusion of pre-Hispanic Mexico with the West, and through it, with the East.
Beyond mere religious, social or psychological interpretations, one is Guadalupan because one is Mexican –goes the popular saying-, it symbolizes the national devotion which attaches us to this mother figure and unites us with our Guadalupan brothers and sisters around the world. One assumes it like an identity.. a vocation taken as an act of faith not to be argued or questioned. It is a mystery to be accepted, lived and felt.
Approximately 90 million Mexicans are devotees of our Patroncita, our Little Patroness, Queen of Mexico, Empress of the Americas and the Phillippines. She protects us with her spirit, which lives inside us all. She is our inner voice that says: What do you fear? Am I not here, your Mother? She is also there in her Basilica in the Tepeyac foothills north of Mexico City.
No matter health or weather conditions, millions of faithful come from all parts of the country to thank their Virgencita, little Virgin of Guadalupe. Their influx makes Mexico City one of the main religious centers on Earth, on a par with Mecca, Rome, or Jerusalem. Every year more than 15 million pilgrims from around the world converge on the Villa de Guadalupe, making it the second most important center of Catholic worship after Saint Peter's Basilica in Rome.
That is why in Mexico all roads lead from Tepeyac and all roads lead to Tepeyac.
DECEMBER 12, A DAY OF WORSHIP
Traffic in many parts of Mexico City is momentarily stopped. People on foot, cars, cyclists, buses and trucks filled with men, women and children parade through the city streets, carrying flags, banners, garlands and flowers on their way north. Everyone knows that they are pilgrims going to the Villa to pay homage to the Virgen Morena, to the Brown-Skinned Lady. During the course of a year, more than two thousand pilgrimages are carried out. All roads lead to Tepeyac.
On December 12, however, traffic comes to a complete standstill. Schools, businesses, banks and private companies stop their activities on that day. Even unionized college employees and some public offices have the day or afternoon off. Everyone urgently needs to be at the Basilica, with Her, with the Guadalupana, on her day.
The event being remembered occurred in the year 1531: the last appearance of Guadalupe to the now beatified Juan Diego. In a secular State, this religious commemoration has turned into a national holiday, and now also a day of celebration throughout the Americas, as declared by Pope John Paul II on his last visit to Mexico.
Although our Constitution does not recognize titles of nobility, every Mexican knows that December 12 is the day of our Queen. She and the thousands of women and men named Guadalupe are celebrated and honored on that date. In Mexico, all of us are fortunate enough to have a Lupe close by.
Festivities for December 12 start before that date. People come to her Basilica one day early and wait just to be there when the zero hour marks the beginning of her glorious day, so they can sing Las Mañanitas to Lupita, the Brown—skined Virgin. The Guadalupan event is repeated, honored, and celebrated. Millions of Viva! and resounding applause can be heard. The air is filled with laughter and shouting, choruses and songs, music and mariachis. "Wake up, my dearest, wake up, it's morning already", goes the traditional refrain sung to the accompanying thunder of exploding fireworks. The party in honor of Mexico's patron saint has begun: an immense gathering of people united in praise of Our Lady of Mexico, the Lady of Tepeyac.
Streets around the hills of Tepeyac soon become filled with worshippers. The vast esplanade in front of the old and new sections of the Basilica - examples of architecture spanning 400 years - is teeming with the faithful, men and women of all ages and social condition. Worshippers -kneeling, standing, healthy and sick-, pilgrims of all trades and professions, join together in holy peace to adore the Virgin-Mother on her day.
Millions of flowers decorate this fiesta of faith, a display of belief in Guadalupe-Tonantzin, in her miracles, her intervention and protection. The demonstrations of love and appreciation of favors received abound. There is prayer'and supplication. More favors are asked, accompanied by fervent promises of greater adoration. The thousands of worshippers are proof of the undying gratitude bestowed upon the Virgin of Guadalupe for her infinite love.
There is music and song. Mariachis can be heard along with local bands, student ensembles and rock groups. Open spaces serve to host a variety of indigenous dances, accompanied by conchero and neo-Aztec rituals. Sounds and rhythms merge in an explosion of music produced by pre-Hispanic instruments such as flutes, hornpipes, semillas de fraile, huehuetls, teponaxtles, conch and other shells, combined with European accordions, guitars, trumpets and others.
Many wear the traditional clothes of their region. and some children are dressed up in the same garb that the Indian Juan Diego reputedly wore. It is a multicolored hive, comprised of several million people united in peaceful celebration celebration of our Madrecita. And so until nightfall, as it has been for centuries and will continue into the mists of time.
The Guadalupano is a devoted walker. Some pilgrims arrive barefoot, others wearing huaraches, sandals, running shoes, moccasins, high heels... any footwear. Feet, more feet, millions of feet multiplied by two. And that doesn't include those who walk on their knees.
It doesn't matter how they get here, how they walk, or where they come from. No matter that it's cold or that the winter wind chills them to u to oone. Spending the night outdoors is no burden. Faith in the Virgin makes up for all discomforts. Anything, just to be in the Tepeyac Sanctuary near Her, She who is always close to us, always there. On this day, everyone wants to be in the Virgin's home.
The happiness and joy of many worshippers often becomes a cry that melts into an atmosphere charged with energy and hope. What transpires is more an act of faith than one of religion; more than an individual action, a collective supplication for a better Mexico and a kinder world. The Virgin lives in our hearts, and where the Virgin of Guadalupe lives...there is hope.
All roads lead from Tepeyac: one leaves the sanctuary with the comforting knowledge that we are not alone. Because. undoubtedly, we are under the mantle of her protection, safe in her embrace. What more could we desire?
No question about it, that's how we Mexicans are, those of us who consider ourselves children of the Virgin of Tepeyac. Without doubt, one is Guadalupano because there is no other way to be.