In a manger, in Bethlehem, under starlit skies, animals helped to warm the cool, night air with their humid breath. Sending angels as midwives and providing a feedbox for a crib, God chose to enter our world in flesh in blood form; the son of Mary, the son of God. It was a moment in history marked for salvation by the Creator of everything who chose to be born with nothing.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
As a little girl, I often noticed my father fingering a string of pretty beads. I would wonder why he played with those beads so often. When I was six years old, my dad explained the power of Mary’s intercession to her Son through the rosary. He taught me how to say this very special prayer.
I have prayed it ever since. Mary has not only helped me throughout my own life, but I believe she helped save my son’s life as well as the lives of his buddies during a difficult time.