I close my eyes and I reach for the beads. I squeeze the sharp edges of the Crucifix in the palm of my hands, as I try to remember once again what that means for me. The love that was poured out on that day was for me, and that love fills me. I kiss that symbol, I unite myself to that love, and I begin my journey with the Sign of the Cross.
I make this journey very frequently, and I pass by the same way. Sometimes it is joyful, other times it is sorrowful. It is always illumined by the light of His love, and it always radiates a particular glory. And through times of joy and of sorrow, through times of glory and of pain, the gentle fragrance of His love, the love of the Cross embraces all that I am and all that I will be.
I follow the circle of beads, and the chain that binds these simple beads to the simple crucifix binds me firmer and deeper in that which completes me, that which redeems me.
It is clearly the rosary which inspires so many of the friars to comment, and perhaps that is why this is so powerful a prayer? It allows the people of God to see Christ through the eyes of a family, as someone to be loved, as someone who loves, and as someone who is loved.
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These simple beads unite the church across the ages, all ages and cultures. What appears to the outsider a simple form of prayer is powerful in our Lady's hands.
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