those who most need God’s mercy.
we went to Ellis Island. It had recently
opened and I was very anxious to see it.
I knew that both our ancestors had entered the United States through
that terminal and even if they hadn’t I felt it was an amazing opportunity to
experience at least a trace of the United States’ history in a very real way. It was late in the day when we headed off for
the tour. It was a rainy dark day. We stood on the line to embark on the ship
and finally boarded and headed towards the island. It was remarkable! I was stunned by the size of the entry hall
and took time to imagine what it would have been like to come into it, wondering
if I would be allowed to enter the country or if I would be turned away. I could only imagine the exhaustion and
anxiety that would accompany such an experience.
liked because we’d started out so late but I was pleased that we had made the
effort. The last ferry was about to leave. It was still raining and now it was totally
dark. We again waited on line to board
the ship. When we finally got aboard,
there weren’t any seats but there was a little shelter towards the bow. My husband and I were quiet with our
thoughts. I decided to say the Rosary as
we headed back to port. When you
disembark the ship at Battery Park there is not a que for the taxis. One must search for transportation and if
you’re trying to get back uptown it can be a very daunting exercise. There weren’t any taxis to be found
anywhere. There were all these people
vying for a ride and it was crazy! We
decided to head off in the opposite direction of the crowd, to take the
“path less traveled.” As we
walked along we were quiet and I threw in a few more Hail Mary’s. Roaming around that area in the dark was not the
best choice, even for two street wise people from NYC.
corner and two people were exiting a taxi.
We immediately got into it and took a few deep breaths. I don’t remember the cabbie’s name and why,
you ask, would I? Well, the first thing
we noticed is that he had on a classic music station; it was playing Pachelbel’s
Cannon. I could feel the tension drain away, not only from me but from my
husband and then we both noticed the Rosary hanging from the cabbie’s rear view
mirror. I smiled. I might have even giggled a bit. My husband turned in the seat and looked
directly at me and said, “You’ve been praying the Rosary, haven’t
I say this because now if you hail a cab in NY, the driver probably
doesn’t speak English and they won’t have music on, they have TV screens with
advertisements that demand your attention but even then, many years ago, most of
the cabbies were from another country.
The probability of getting an English speaking driver was very low. The probability of getting an English
speaking, Rosary practicing Catholic cabby was miraculous.
taken her in another direction at this point.
She recently shared with me that she was reading a book about Mother
Mary, the goddess. It’s not the first
time someone has told me they thought of the Blessed Mother as a goddess. I once went for an interview for a graduate
program and when I told the interviewer that I was a Catholic, she exclaimed,
“Oh, that’s so cool! Your faith has
a goddess, Mother Mary.” At that
time I was surprised. So, I wasn’t
surprised this time. What surprised me
is that my friend shared that she had begun to pray to Mary. She shared that she’d had an issue with a
loved one who was not well and she didn’t want to add to her relatives’
distress. Instead she wrote a letter to
Mary, burned it and asked for peace. She
was sharing with me that peace came, almost immediately and it had remained
with her up to this point.
Christ. It’s true we do, or I should
say, I do. It’s not that we’re really
praying to another. We’re really asking
that spiritual being who we believe is closer to God at that moment than we
are, to intercede for us. I pray to St.
Anthony, the patron saint of lost things, more and more often. It never
fails! “Saint Anthony, Saint
Anthony please look around. I’ve lost my
_______ and it needs to be found.”
I recite a lot of memorized prayers and several I’ve made up. I also pray the Rosary. It was once explained to me that Mother Mary
can intercede for us by asking for what we really need, many times when we
don’t even have a clue about what we really need.
the Rosary before beginning the prayers for each of the five decades of ten
beads. There are four Mysteries each one
assigned to a different day or days of the week. They take you from the conception of Christ
to the Assumption of Mary. I’ve been
saying the Rosary since I was a child and love to pray it especially as I walk
around our nearby lake. I find comfort
in the recitation. With the reading of
Father Haas’ book, Catching Fire, Becoming Flame, I decided to make an
effort to recite the Rosary daily. He
calls us to be of service. He reminds us
that being of service is the purpose of our existence and we are especially
called to be of service to those most in need.
I believe that to be true and while I am a volunteer in many ministries,
I wanted to do even more for the marginalized of society. I wanted to find a way to bring comfort and
peace and hope to those most in need. I
therefore, have committed to saying the Rosary, daily, for those God deems most
in need of help. I believe in answered
prayer. I achingly hope that my
thoughts, intentions and the energy I am sending forth into the universe are
tenderly touching the lives of those who are suffering. I feel it’s a step, perhaps the first step
for me, towards feeling a greater sense of compassion for those who most need
a couple of nervous, wet, cold travelers, I am very hopeful about what she can
do for the comfort of those who so desperately are in need of comfort. Join me.
Pray your set of prayers for those who are suffering. Imagine our energy bringing solace, hope,
maybe even joy to those who are suffering more than we can even imagine. Every
thought we think, every word we say, every action we take affects everyone else
in the world. May our thoughts and energy bring peace, salvation and perhaps
even joy to those who suffer more than we can even imagine.