Mary’s Help for Praying

shutterstock_131168357I was broken. I don’t know how else to describe the person I was when I sat in the church on Mother’s Day 2000. As Father preached — in his usual, ordinary way— something in me just snapped. Slowly, the tears started flowing. It didn’t take long for the crying to grow into sobbing, complete with snot and gasps. I had to leave the sanctuary.

Sitting on the choir steps, in the tiny vestibule, I couldn’t even wonder what was wrong with me. On the ride home, my boyfriend never asked what was wrong. He didn’t crack jokes or try to make it better.  His mom, who drove with us, chattered about the spring weather, the lovely day, the breakfast menu.

I look back on that day as a turning point, as a time when I was touched. In the following months, I would begin RCIA classes at our parish and then, at the following Easter vigil Mass, be baptized and confirmed.

As a new member of the Catholic Church, there were many “secret handshakes” that baffled me. There were a lot of questions I didn’t even know I should ask and a lot of things I didn’t learn until I was hired as staff at our parish a few years later.

Prayer was an area that was particularly interesting to me. I was comforted by one prayer in particular: the Hail Mary. When I couldn’t find the words to ask for comfort, to look for guidance, to thank God for his generosity, the Hail Mary waited as a 41-word answer, a prayer easily remembered and poetically appealing.

I learned it with a rosary in my hand during a difficult time in my boyfriend’s family. I sat on the bed in my apartment, awkwardly holding the beads and squinting down at a prayer booklet. I felt like I was failing at a new sport at first: I lost count on every decade and found myself mentally wandering off even though I was unfamiliar with the prayers and was trying to remember what mystery I was supposed to be meditating.

The rosary became a support I’d use during difficult times, long drives, or sleepless nights. I didn’t start trying to pray it daily until after the birth of my first child.

Something about seeing that small face, knowing what I hoped was not in store for her through her journey through life, feeling so very blessed to hold her in my arms…all of it coalesced into a fire inside me, one that demanded action. Of course I would pray for my child and the world.  How could I not?

The only prayer that seemed right was the rosary. I was imperfect and distracted in my praying, but though I wavered between praying it daily and giving up on it every so often, I learned it.

I learned it intimately, in my heart.  The mysteries each became a step I took with a good friend, a journey through my Savior’s life while I held His mother’s hand.

And I failed.  Oh, how I failed.

I’d try to keep track on my fingers and lose count, adding an extra Hail Mary or not saying enough. I’d get distracted and just forget to finish it.  I’d feel overwhelmed by the time commitment and just give up, not praying it at all.

Mary stands beside me as Our Lady of the Rosary, and she smiles at me the same way I smile at my five-year-old struggling to learn to spell words and write sentences.  She was given the title after appearing to Saint Dominic in 1208 in a church in Prouille, France.

Later, in 1571, Pope Pius V declared a feast in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary because of the miraculous win of the battle of Lepanto.  He had asked Christians to pray the rosary for a win.  The odds didn’t look good:  the Turkish fleet should have been guaranteed to win — they had killed nearly all the men defending the Malta fortress.  Pius V sent his fleet out to meet the enemy, even as the prayer warriors pleaded for Mary’s prayers by way of the rosary, and, incredibly, they won.

This story, which has the feel of a legend, makes me think of the power of prayer, and especially of the rosary.  It’s so easy to take it for granted, to see it as just one of many things I should be doing.

Shouldn’t it be the most important thing I do?  Shouldn’t daily prayer be at the top of my list, instead of tacked on at the end?  Shouldn’t I feel as excited to spend time with God as He is to spend time with me?

In the rosary, I find myself going to a place that’s a common ground for both of us, God and I.  He was there, in those mysteries, and He’s still there.  Mary walks with me as I pray, turning what could be rote and repetitive into a way to keep my easily distracted mind occupied and open to the touch of grace.

Is it enough just to pray?

Yes.  Yes, it is, especially when I’m holding on to Mary’s hand through the rosary.

image: marekusz / Shutterstock.com

Sarah Reinhard

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When Sarah Reinhard set off in her life as a grown-up, she had no idea it would involve horses, writing, and sparkly dress shoes. In her work as a Catholic wife, mom, writer, parish employee, and catechist, she’s learned a lot of lessons and had a lot of laughs. She’s online at snoringscholar.com and is the author of a number of books.

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  • Lee

    Thank you for your article. Many do not know of this Church history. It would be of great benefit to our United States and the rest of the world if we were encouraged by our Church to say the Rosary. There are still areas where it is not part of our teaching. Every Rosary prayed means more than we understand, because our Mother Mary requested it of us.

  • http://www.snoringscholar.com/ Sarah Reinhard

    Indeed, Lee, too true! :)

  • jim

    its amazing that i came across this article at this time. the rosary 2me is a daily companion. its like my best friend especially in times of stress. i for one can add that the mother of GOD provides the same loving care to me as her son. just think about how much she suffered losing her only SON and the picture of her holding HIM next to the cross says it all. make her your compainion each day and thru her intercession of her BELOVED SON JESUS SON of the living GOD will watch over you .

  • M

    Can the photo at the top of the article of CE’s home page be moved? I can’t see Mary’s head.

  • catholicexchange

    Yes, thanks for bringing that to our attention.

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