joyful mysteries from the magnificat

In the nativity, we think of the sweet baby Jesus, we sing “away in a manger” and “joy to the world,” celebrating the reasons that Jesus came, and excited about God being with us. But let’s turn now to Mary’s calling.

penitential rosary

I wanted to share a way in which I pray the rosary in a penitential manner when I’ve fucked up and need God’s help, especially with something in particular, which in this case was pride. Here’s an outline of how I do that, with an example that I prayed recently, after I had already done

seeking family

Just over sixteen years ago now, I sat with a bunch of people I didn’t know in a large church in my cult in North Carolina. I was twenty years old, I was single, and back in Australia I lived on my own which was unacceptable to the church and I needed to marry. Women

conversion and the rosary

I have been connecting with Bl. Bartolo Longo’s story so much. Although I was never and will never be a priest, I too got caught up in practicing witchcraft and messing in the occult. Bartolo was born into a Catholic family, but he rejected the faith and became a priest of Satan. He almost died

the power of the rosary

There once was a man who was a Satanic priest who became a Christian. That man’s name was Bartolo Longo. I read about Bl. Bartolo Longo about a month ago and was fascinated. This man was aware of the evil he had been involved with, and he was repentant, but unsure of whether God would

the addict’s rosary

There is no addict’s rosary, but praying the sorrowful mysteries often reminds me of powerlessness. One of the first things an addict in recovery does is admit powerlessness. I don’t like it any more now than I did when I first started recovery, but it’s necessary all the same. Without admitting powerlessness, I can’t get

praying the glorious mysteries with my kids

I hope you remember the hilarious article in which I told you all about praying the rosary with my kids. At least tonight, now that they are used to it a little more, there was no giggling and inquiring about vaginas from my adolescent son. We have gotten into more of a rhythm now, although