It is 5:15 AM. I have been up since around 2:30 AM. I made a pot of decaf, sliced some strawberries for J’s lunch, and packed her tuna salad, rice crackers, snacks.
When I finished I prayed The Rosary. Since I didn’t pray the Rosary Wednesday night, I prayed The Glorious Mysteries. There is, with praying the Rosary, the tension between faith and reason. The basic question, “What’s the point?” Is it just about praying the Hail Mary fifty times. I don’t get a Thank You Note from The Blessed Mother. How do I know she is listening? I think about Fatima. She told us offering The Rosary is important. But I get the feeling she is listening. She is my Mother. No she is not my invisible friend. She is my Protectress.
When I started wearing the brown scapular of the Carmelites, something changed in how I viewed the World, what my needs were, what I demanded in terms of material and psychological gratification. Go figure. We can’t imagine anything exists outside of Time and Space, that there is a Truth beyond what we can observe, perceive, and record.
But I try not to think too much about that. Just keep my eyes on the little courtesies of living with other people. That is challenge enough.
GP Cox said:
Seems you have your priorities all in order!
you have great faith David…smiles…one once visited Fatima, an amazing peaceful place was very happy one made the journey.
It is one place I want to go, along with Lourdes, Chartres, and Assisi.
hopefully you will get there….never been to Lourdes, been to Knock, southern ireland…
Mr. & Mrs. McDaddy said:
While my mother was in the last days of her life all of the ladies from her parish along with my sister-in-law and I said the rosary for her. Over the course of the next few days, I said the rosary hundreds of time because it was the only thing which brought her comfort when she hurt and when she was in between lucid states. It was a blessing for me to be able to offer her the gift of peace. I have struggled with my own faith all of my life. I find peace in not worrying about it. There is something bigger than me and I just opt not to try to name it anymore or think about what that means. It was soothing to both of us at the time. When I was young I said the rosary every day… and 3 hail Mary’s every time I heard sirens of any kind. Blessings to you and the kindness your religion helps you offer the world. ♥
The reward, I think sometimes, is in living life with love, not in figuring out the meaning.
Mr. & Mrs. McDaddy said: