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
Blessed Mother in Kuwait by Veronica Hargrove

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.
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