I was running a minute or two late for my Holy Hour yesterday, and as I approached the church driveway I realized I’d left my pocket rosary behind when I changed my clothes.
Worse, I’d tossed my wallet into my “Adoration tote” along with my journal, earbuds and a spiritual book or three–so I didn’t have the rosary I keep in my handbag.
I can count on my fingers in a pinch; after all, God gave me ten of them, but our Adoration chapel has a few rosaries on a hook near the entrance. I decided to use one of those to pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet.
Using a chapel rosary (or any rosary belonging to someone else) brings to mind a unique connection that is made through prayer.
What other hands had held that rosary, fingering the beads, counting off prayer intentions, wiping away tears?
What other hearts had prayed the prayers, there in the chapel, laying bare their most secret and fervent desires of the soul?
Was the last person to lift this rosary off that hook a stranger? A friend? A neighbor? My husband?
So many prayers have been prayed on this rosary, in this chapel.
I prayed one extra Memorare for those who have prayed here before me, for those who pray here with me, and for those who will pray here after me.
We are all connected, united, brought together by our prayers on a single string of beads.