The Second Luminous Mystery

The Wedding at Cana Fruit of the Mystery: To Jesus Through Mary Do Whatever He Tells You “Do whatever He tells you.” Those words, spoken by Our Lady at the wedding feast of Cana, sum up the rosary in a nutshell. They call to mind Mary’s role as the mediator between Christ and His flock.Continue reading “The Second Luminous Mystery”

The First Luminous Mystery

The Baptism of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Openness to the Holy Spirit Baptism Changes Everything “If we get married, we’ll have children, and you’ll want to baptize those children in the Catholic Church. I won’t let you and you’ll hate me, and everything we have now will be for nothing.” I knew in myContinue reading “The First Luminous Mystery”

The First Sorrowful Mystery

The Agony in the Garden Fruit of the Mystery: Accepting God’s Will “You Are Such a Strong Woman“ I still remember our long flight to Austria and walking off the airplane in Vienna. We had spent the summer of a lifetime with friends who had slowly become family over the course of the five yearsContinue reading “The First Sorrowful Mystery”

The Fifth Glorious Mystery

The Coronation of Mary Fruit of the Mystery: Eternal Happiness Job Filled: Queen of the Universe My twelve-year-old daughter was being especially bossy during lunch. My son, fifteen months her junior, rolled his eyes. “The job of Queen of the Universe is already taken.” Ouch. Catholic burn. But thank God that job already is taken.Continue reading “The Fifth Glorious Mystery”

The Second Glorious Mystery

The Ascension of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Hope & Desire for Heaven Not for a Party, Not for Appearances, but for Faith “How are you?” my mom asked as we raced into the church. We were on time, but not by much. I knew I looked exhausted, but what could I do? Today wasContinue reading “The Second Glorious Mystery”

The First Glorious Mystery

The Resurrection of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Faith God’s Gift to Me: Faith in My Ability to Be a Mother Even before my third child was one year old, I was cleaning out her clothes. The donation pile grew, despite any reservations or nostalgia I had for the little rompers and newborn pajamas thatContinue reading “The First Glorious Mystery”