I love the Rosary. It's my weapon against evil, it's my tool for building faith, it's the way of uniting one's soul so deeply to Christ in the gospel.
When I feel afraid or depressed and it's 3:00 am, I can hold my rosary and invoke Mary's help and always I receive peace. I pray for the reversion of fallen away Catholics, for peace, and for the conversion of sinners.
“Some people are so foolish that they think they can go through life without the help of the Blessed Mother. Love the Madonna and pray the rosary, for her Rosary is the weapon against the evils of the world today. All graces given by God pass through the Blessed Mother.” -St. Padre Pio
"If you don't have the Rosary memorized yet, it's ok.. just hold on to it. You're holding your Mother's hand." –Fr. James Erving
“Say the Holy Rosary. Blessed be that monotony of Hail Mary’s which purifies the monotony of your sins!” -St. Josemaria Escriva
"The Rosary is the Bible on a String" –Fr. Ronan Murphy
"The wound is where the light gets in"
" A while back I read a quote by the Persian poet, Rumi. He wrote, “The wound is where the light enters you.” That just sounded like one of the truest things I ever heard, you know. It’s actually a theme I’ve explored in a lot of my music, the idea that it’s in our brokenness that things come alive in us. As a person with a speech handicap, I had to learn early on to stop looking for perfection, obviously. I’ve been pressed over the years to talk about it. The verse that says it’s in our weakness that the strength is perfected, and this is an idea we say amen to and are excited about, but we betray ourselves with our language when we say things like, “Hey, you know what? God’s going to use you in spite of your brokenness or in spite of your imperfections.” I think it’s truer to say that He uses us because of our brokenness. Our imperfections. Those become the places where we meet with the Lord most intimately, and they become places of transformation in us. I’ve had a lot of songs address that over the years. I remember reading once that Rich Mullins once said a preacher has one sermon that he preaches differently each week. I do tend to believe each of us is entrusted with some piece of truth that becomes our core message throughout our lives."
Jason Gray meets people all the time who feel that their weaknesses and handicaps keep them from doing great things. But Jason encourages them that God's grace and power flow strong through our brokeness and weakness.
The Wound Is Where The Light Gets In
I was halfway up the mountain when the rocks I held gave way
I came tumbling like an avalanche to the bottom where I lay
And with the taste of blood and the twist of bone my healing could begin
'Cause the wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
The wound is where the light gets in
I have stood there like a hostage with a knife held to my vein
Captive to the poison that I took to numb the pain
'Cause everybody wishes they were born with thicker skin
But the wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
The wound is where the light gets in
It's tricky how the heart works
When the break ups and the big jerks
Make us never wanna hurt that way again
Maybe I'm naive
But in very scar I see
The place where love is trying to break in
Ten years come and gone..
2007, another summer comes and my Mother is driving up from NC to see us. She’s taking us all back to stay awhile, to visit friends, have some beach fun, and to taste Jackson’s BBQ and Trolly Stop Hotdogs. We’d go together and she’ll get their pictures made, in sunshine colors and beach themed background.
Known as “Nanny” to her five grandchildren, she was a soft spoken beautiful lady, one of the best Grandmothers anyone could have. Devoted, full of stories of her youth and times at the beach with my sister and I; raising us with love, filling our hearts and heads with memories that we share with our kids.
Wrightsville Beach, NC is indeed a very special place for our family. Each year we grow older yet the charm never fades from our special place.
Ten years have past this week since our last visit with my Momma, “Nanny”. And the children remember very special times with her. She loved her children and grandchildren tenderly and gave the best gift she could give: faith, her time, love, and devotion to them. I miss her- she passed away in 2008.
Those people whom we treasure, who teach, love, give of themselves selflessly become the very ones God takes into His arms at life’s end. They are the ones who give others true knowledge of God’s kingdom on earth, through life experiences and encouragement to follow the path God lays out for them.
Yes it is bittersweet but special to mark this week’s ten year anniversary of the last visit with her- but Nanny still is close- only a prayer away.