The first time I remember praying the rosary as an adult was for a silly, vain intention. My wedding was approaching and I had my heart set on a beautiful, sunny day. My mother has always been close to the Blessed Virgin Mary and had given me a little fold-up card with the prayers and mysteries on it. She told me to pray with an intention and make it something big. That way, if God saw fit to deliver, I would know that my prayers were aided by my devotion.
I pondered this concept as I waited for my daughter in my car outside of her school. I watched as the kids poured out of the open double doors by the gymnasium, thinking how God loves and knows each and every one. “Do you really think I’d leave them without a Mother?” He whispered to my soul. “No,” I replied in silent prayer “You’re too good.”
I had only been back in the Church a couple of years at that point. Even though I hadn’t come to terms with Marian theology completely I decided to give the prayer a try. I was hesitant at best and terrified at worst. The other churches I went to taught that the Mother of Christ was no more special than anyone else in the Bible. That she was just a vessel, just an ordinary human woman who God had used to become man.
Her role in salvation history was downplayed and her place in daily life was non-existent. In fact, most of the feminine aspects of Christianity were repressed, Most especially Mary and the Church as Mother. There seemed to be no purpose for womankind apart from aiding men on their missions for God. It never felt quite right but, sadly I found comfort in this dethroning of the feminine genius.
Prayers Over The Kitchen Sink 