I think of when I was a kid and we used to say the rosary. It was long, it went on forever and it never ended. It always started with energy, but always ran out somewhere in the middle. The mysteries were a focus point, than you started to lose focus. We thanked God when we finally got to a large bead, the Our Father was a goal, a destination, one down, four to go. Than as I got older, it was still said, but not very often. I had a rosary, but never had to worry about wearing it out.

As I learned about Medjugorje, started praying more, the rosary still wasn’t a habit. Lent I would do my best to say it every day, but other wise not too often. Rosary on cassette, than on dvd, as I was driving to work, started me in the habit. Mary slowly leads us onto the path back to her Son. Now the rosary has become a source of comfort for me. I carry it with me, wherever I go. A long drive, can’t sleep at night, worry about someone or something, I grab the rosary.

What a sense of peace, it gives me. As I think and meditate on the mysteries, I think of how much God loves us, He gave us his Son, Jesus and he gave us every thought, every emotion, every drop of his blood, so we might be saved. When we think of what Jesus suffered, I ask myself what I can do for others. Listen to his Mother, when she asks us to pray and help her with her favorite weapon against evil, the rosary. Every time we pick up a rosary, it’s a jolt to Satan. It gives me great pleasure to cause him pain, as he has been a pain to all of us.

Say a rosary today. God bless you, George