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The Beautiful Blue Necklace How I Came To Know My True Mother by Jenn Thomas-Orr |
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I EVER SAW A ROSARY I remember the first time I ever saw a Rosary. I was about eight years old, and had gone to Cape Cod to stay with family friends for a month or so in the summertime, while my father and his girlfriend went on a vacation together. Nights were a nightmare there, as the man of the house was.. well. Let's just say that he was sick, and his sickness was taken out on little girls in his house. And I was the only little girl there. Each day I would wander the streets of the town, riding my bike up and down the sidewalks, getting myself ice cream cones, and dreading returning back to that house of horror.
One day, as I rode past the Catholic church on the main street, I noticed a brand new statue in front, a statue of the Virgin Mary, and in her hand was a string of the most beautiful beads I had ever seen in my life. Blue crystal beads, it was, with a shiny silver crucifix and a pretty little center piece. I stopped, transfixed by the beautiful beads.
At that time, I didn't know what the Rosary was. I barely understood what Mary herself was. I had been baptized Catholic, but that had been the extent of my religious upbringing. All I knew was that the beautiful lady had a beautiful necklace, and I wanted that necklace in the most intense way.
I sat at the feet of the statue for hours, staring up at the hand holding those beads, as I contemplated how to grab them and run without getting caught. Each time I would bolster my courage enough to snatch them, somebody would walk past, and my bravado would fade. So I just sat there, staring. Near dusk, a priest came out of the front doors of the church and noticed me sitting there, cross-legged at the feet of the Blessed Mother. He walked over to me and asked me how I liked the new statue, to which I replied "She's beautiful - but why isn't she wearing her necklace on her neck?"
The priest smiled at me and walked over to Mary, took the Rosary from her hand, and explained to me what it was. He showed me how to pray it, handed it to me, and we prayed it together, with me stumbling over the unfamiliar words of the prayers. After we had finished praying, I handed the Rosary back to him, and he wouldn't take it. He said that he had had a feeling that he was needed out front that afternoon, and had come out to find me sitting there, and that he felt that the Rosary was meant for me. He told me to return the next day and he would give me a book with all of the prayers in it.
I went home that evening floating on a cloud, the rosary in my pocket. The next day I returned to the church and Father gave me a small book of prayers. For some reason that I've never quite understood, for the remainder of my stay on Cape Cod, the man of the house never touched me again. Jenn Thomas-Orr |
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