When I was a child saying the rosary and having the name of Jesus on my lips, was as natural as eating a peanut butter and jelly. My family didn't know how not to have faith. It was evident in every word and gesture they made. They believed and that was that! Miracles weren't miracles they were a daily occurrence, and God was someone you could talk to wherever you were, no matter how you felt. Growing up I saw faith as a natural part of living. I never thought to doubt it.
My Grandparents said the rosary everyday, maybe even three times a day, maybe more…actually come to think of it I do not know if they ever stopped saying the rosary? Well maybe when they were playing cards they didn't say it. But than again they often won so maybe they were praying then too?
In the photo a deck of cards with the doll rosary my Grandmother gave me when I was a child. I have thought a great deal about my grandparents these last few days as we are in Lisbon. Hearing their mother tongue has flooded me with memories. While visiting Saint Anthony's crypt a mass was going on, the sound of it echoed their faith, as we had to pass through the sacristy to enter the crypt I opened the door to the altar just enough to see the priest raising the chalice. In that moment I felt their presense as if they were standing next to me.
Have you ever felt a connection to the other side?
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