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.
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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.