I pray the Rosary every day. Some days, it seems, it’s easier to work it in than others, so I’m always looking for ways to make sure I don’t miss out. I can always find a way, though, to get it done. No matter what I’m doing, I can always stop for a few minutes and pray a decade – I do that fairly often, actually.
Here are a few ways to pray the Rosary every day, even when you are hyper-busy. Found this on ChurchPop.
The suffering we go through may seem meaningless, but it’s not. Or, rather, it doesn’t have to be. By joining our suffering with that of Jesus, we become partners with Him in the salvific act.
We read in Colossians 1:24: “Now I [Paul] rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the church.”
That’s not to say that Jesus missed a spot. He didn’t. But it DOES tell us that, when we join our suffering with His (offer it up), we can benefit others in the Body of Christ (The Church). We can even offer it in penance for our own sins.
1 Pet. 2:19-21 “Whenever anyone bears the pain of unjust suffering because of consciousness of God, that is a grace. . . Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example that you should follow in his footsteps”.
We are to follow His example and join our suffering with His. We are to take up our cross daily: Matt. 10:38 “Whoever does not take up his cross and follow after me is not worthy of me”.
Again, we are to follow His example.
But unless we embrace that suffering and pain and join it with the suffering sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, it is simply suffering for suffering’s sake. Worthless.
“There is a hospital that I have occasion to drive by quite often, and whenever I do, I feel a great sadness because within those walls there is so much wasted suffering.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen
Join your suffering to that of Jesus. Don’t waste it. Give it a purpose. Make your own suffering count for something other than just to give you a reason to feel sorry for yourself, or others to feel sorry for you.
Make your suffering count. Make it mean something.
Give your suffering a purpose.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
My maternal grandmother was devoted to Jesus through Mary. Every night at 7:00, the Rosary Hour was broadcast over the radio, and the entire household suddenly hit their knees in the living room and prayed the Rosary.
That included any visitors present. No matter what was going on or who was there, ALL activity stopped and you were on your knees for the next fifteen minutes praying the Rosary. Everybody. Nobody escaped. If you were Jewish, you were on your knees praying the rosary.
I spent a LOT of time at my grandparents’ house when I was growing up. A LOT of time. I learned to pray the Rosary before I was in kindergarten. And, maybe even more importantly, I learned to love Mary, the Mother of God. And, through her, Jesus, the only begotten Son of God – the second person of the Holy Trinity. And the Father. And the Holy Spirit.
There was a period of time when I got away from saying the Rosary – years, in fact. While I didn’t realize it was happening, I slowly became far too involved in secular life, concerned mainly with the things of the world. But even in times when I was far from being the person God made me to be, I still felt a deep love for Mary.
Because of that love, I eventually started praying the rosary again and came back around years ago.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me my Grandma Harrigan…
Thank you, Grandma, for leading me to our Mother, Mary, and through her to The Father, Son and Holy Spirit…
And thank you, Mary, for agreeing to be the Mother of Jesus… And for being the Mother of me…