When I began my walk with Jesus I didn’t understand why I would need anyone else’s help me because in my head Jesus was the only One I would ever need. I spent time conversing and building a relationship with Jesus and with the Holy Spirit. On my first-ever mission, I had to give a teaching in Hindi, a language I barely understood or spoke. I just clung on to the Holy Spirit and desperately sought any help I could get. The team members prayed the Rosary and for the first time in years, I decided to join in. I rationalized by telling myself that I was just saying Scripture out loud, so it’s fine, and I am not moving away from Jesus, as I am just professing the Word of God. As I prayed the Rosary I felt a certain peace and contentment that eluded me. Continue reading
My earliest memory of devotion to Mama Mary was praying the rosary before bed with my family on my plastic glow-in-the-dark beads. There were many evenings when I would feign sleep so that we would pray a shorter version of it or I could skip it altogether. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember the mysteries nor could I understand why we mentioned them when the entire time we were “Hail-ing” Mama Mary. If there was one thing that didn’t change in our home, it was praying the rosary and when I left home, I left the rosary as well… until I was introduced to the Legion of Mary by my parents. In addition to the five decades, they had added the Catena Legionis prayed by every faithful legionary. It was at this point that my notion of Mama Mary as a docile, quiet and caring mother was turned on its head. Continue reading
Today, many view the rosary as monotonous, but I have experienced it as renewal for an indifferent heart and a guide for a fruitful life.
In my younger days, I was indifferent towards the sacred mysteries. Every time my family would gather for the rosary, I would feel hungry or sleepy or sometimes both. My mother almost always gave in. During my college days, I kept hearing more about Mama Mary and the rosary. I once tried reciting the entire rosary and it felt pretty good. But I knew if I had to do this every day, it would get monotonous. Continue reading
Many times when we lift up our prayers and offerings to our King, they may be tainted with our self-love, like the distractions or sleepiness that come our way when we pray. But when we offer them to Jesus through the hands of our Queen, she purifies and embellishes them and presents them to our King with her own hands and with all the love in her heart. Continue reading