I have on previous occasions referred to my Presbyterian DNA as reason for experiencing discomfort with certain Catholic practices and traditions. I remember that when I first learned that the Doctrine of the Assumption wasn’t defined until 1950, all my alarm bells went off.
I was decidedly uneasy about this feast until a wise friend told me, “Listen, it is just Christ’s way of fulfilling His promise. He told us he was going to prepare a place for us and, in bringing His mother there, He lets us know that it’s ready for us, too.”
I don’t know how theologically sound this is as an explanation, but I do know that I was (and am) deeply consoled by this explanation.
Happy Feast of the Assumption.