Power of The Rosary

Is there power in the Rosary?

If you ask me, well, this is what I have to say.

I have never really been the very prayerful kind of human. Sure, I say a handful of prayers especially the essential ones and fervently, when I really need some things to work for me. All of the times that I have dedicated my heart to pray, I had seen results that made me wonder why some people doubt the efficacy of prayers.

So last month, on one of my occasional visits to my grandmother, I spotted this very shiny golden rosary, lying pretty beneath her pillow. She scolded me as soon as I touched it as though she knew what was on my mind. “Don’t even ask me to give you that rosary” she said. “Someone who came back all the way from pilgrimage gifted me and I can’t give it out, especially to you. You don’t know how to keep things .” she went on to warn me. lol

I decided to mix persuasion with a tablespoonful of emotional blackmail, but she stood her ground and refused ardently. Her major reason being that giving it to me was a waste of time because I won’t even pray with it.

She reminded me of my younger days, when I lived with her, how I grumbled at the mention of morning devotion , she maintained that nothing has changed. After going back and forth for few minutes, I managed to convince her about the improvement of my prayer life yet she refused to part ways with her special rosary.

Knowing my grandma as a woman who values all her belongings and loves to keep them safe as each and everything she possesses has a special place in her heart, I knew she must have a collection of other special rosaries, I begged for her to give me another one, it must not be the golden rosary.

Immediately the words left my mouth I almost wished they never came out because she looked at me disapprovingly and I could spot a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

“So Chinonso you don’t have a chaplet? If you do not have one, what then have you been praying with? You see where I caught you? I am very sorry for you!” She mocked.

I defended myself immediately and in the end I managed to convince her again but I could see she wasn’t trusting me completely.

She proved my right anyways and drew out her collection of rosaries. Her smile gave off a special kind of pride as she lifted each of them, telling me the story behind every one of them. Every rosary holds a special memory.

Then She spotted this large beaded white one and handed it to me, she knew I wouldn’t like that one seeing as I was already going for the black yet she gave it to me.

“This rosary was gifted to me by your uncle few months ago, handle with care and make sure you pray with it.” She added and began to pack the rest away, changing the subject almost immediately without giving me the chance to protest. I wanted to tell her that what she gave to me was almost similar to what I had at home. I wanted a fancy rosary to hang on my wall but couldn’t bring myself to tell her that. If I needed one for prayers, I had it under my pillow. I had about three of them.

Of course, she wouldn’t let the night slide without making me lead at least, a rosary prayer session.

On the first of May, a friend of mine posted something about the May devotion and I decided to give it a try, I prayed fervently for the first time in a long time and while meditating on each glorious mystery, I imagined having a direct conversation with The Blessed Virgin Mary.

This rosary session was nothing like the prayers I had said in the past. It was far from the ‘Hail Marys’ that I munched together with crumbs of sleep in the past. It was not like the ones I said or lead in my days in Lumen Christi Girls’ Catholic School, where these prayers were mandatory rather than choice. There was this intimacy and I depth I could explain and when I finished, I felt like a huge burden was lifted from my shoulder.

The next day, being a Monday came with a great news I never expected. I got a call up for a job I had applied some months back, after I had forgotten and moved on from , having concluded that there was no way in hell I was going to get the job. It clicked though but I had moved on so I ignored them like they did to me in the past. Thank you Mary, I got my revenge. Lol.

From then, I resolved to take the May Devotion seriously and I kid you not, it has been twenty two days of good news for me. from landing a great scholarship I never thought I would gain to being called up by people who I thought have forgotten me to living at peace with myself and my loved ones, making great friends . God knows how long I have prayed for friends and now that I have them I know the relationship will last. these miracles are many more than I can’t even say.

Truly, there is power in the Holy Rosary and I'll say it anywhere, I don’t care what anyone thinks.