A new Rosary

My sister came over last night to pay a visit with my parents. So I got to spend some time with her before having to go to bed. She gave me something truly special, a wooden Rosary from Jerusalem. Now I have three sets, one was made from the roses from the flower pillow that was in my grandfathers casket. That one is gold in color. The other one is blue glass beads, I received this one from a Nun at the Convent of the Sisters of St. Anne next to the school I went to. I used to clean the Church as a kid during recess and I was to choose which Rosary I wanted for doing the cleaning. The Rosary itself was a mended one, but to me it was very special. I've kept them with me everywhere I've gone. I even replaced the crucifix which replaced the replaced one.

Well anyway that brought back a few cherished memories.

A promise

I give my fidelity to the Pope and his Bishops, I profess my belief in the Magisterium of the Church. I have committed my life to God and obey His will above my own. I have consecrated my life to loving God and His Church even though this consecration is in thought not in fact. It is where my heart is placed, not just in my body but part of the unity of the Church and it's teachings.

I have lived my life with this always in mind. So when I have reserved the Lord's Day as His day, it was kept solely as his. It was a day I kept Holy when the world was bent on taking it away. And if I'm old fashioned on that then I must be doing something right because God has been doing something wonderful for me in my life to show His Love. He didn't ask me to be quiet about it either, rather it seems that making Him known is what is to be done in a world that is slowly removing him.