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It’s our THIRD ANNIVERSARY! We Are Praying for Priests Facebook group started as a tribute to Bona F. Mangabat, who loves to pray for priests. She died on May 7, 2011 and her daughter, Kisset (Heart Margarita) made this group possible. Over the years, the group added more members. As of today, May 7, 2014, our group has 6, 840 members already.
On the occasion of our third anniversary, one of the admins, Chinkee Herrera created this logo. A symbol of prayer, which our group focuses on. Rosary symbolizes the prayer which Mama Mary taught us to help priests in their ministry. The stole, on the other hand, represents the bonds and fetters which Jesus was bound during his Passion and Death. It is the sign which denotes the duty of the priest to spread the word of God. The hand behind the praying hands denotes the sign of Jesus as we see him in pictures and images. MMXI represents the roman numerals for 2011, the year We Are Praying for Priests was made.
We encourage you to join us. We are starting out as a Facebook group and soon, with God’s loving hands and will, we will be a group that prays for priests…not just on Facebook!
The Rosary is excruciating. There I said it. Archbishop Fulton Sheen said it was the most perfect prayer because it takes 19 minutes, which is the maximum time the average person can maintain a state of concentration. The truth is the Rosary can be a real chore. St. Thérèse, the Little Flower, was being more honest when she said, “I am ashamed to confess it, but the recitation of the Rosary costs me more than to use an instrument of penance. I feel I am saying it so badly. Try as I may to make myself meditate on the mysteries, I never manage to fix my thoughts on them.” Amen sister. I’m with you. And yet, like St. Thérèse, I wouldn’t give up the Rosary for anything.
I’ll admit I’m not always perfect about making it my top priority. I’ve often flopped into bed late at night only to realize I hadn’t done it yet. I groan as I slide out from the sheets and reach for my beads on the nightstand. Those next 19 minutes are a far cry from the “perfect prayer” Archbishop Sheen described. I can barely keep my eyes opened much less my mind focused. To be honest, it’s not much easier when I’m wide awake. I stink at contemplating the mysteries. The best I can manage is to visualize a picture from one of my Rosary booklets or a scene from The Passion of the Christ. Distractions? Don’t get me started. On my way home from work, I’m bombarded with thoughts of everything but the mysteries. “The third joyful mystery is the… now what was it I was supposed to pick up from the grocery store… Was that my 9th Hail Mary or my 10th? Oh man, I just ran a red light! Sorry Mary.”
So why do I persist if it’s such drudgery? Simple. I wouldn’t be where I am today had it not been for Mary’s intercession. This is my story. Since the age of 11, I was addicted to pornography. It began simple enough with sneaking peaks at my best friend’s father’s Playboys in the basement of his house. But by the time I was 25, I was so hooked on Internet porn that I would itch for my wife to leave the apartment so I could secretly jump online. Several times over the years I tried to quit. Each time, not only did I fail, but the addiction got worse to the point where I gave up resisting.
Then a friend of mine, who knew nothing of my addiction, loaned me a book on Mary and her supposed apparitions in Međugorje. I’m undecided about whether those apparitions are real. I’ll leave that to the Church to decide. However, I can tell you what is real. That book was what finally led me out of my addiction. It was as if Mary reached up from the pages and grabbed me by the collar. I felt her say to me sternly, “Brian you’ve got to stop looking at that garbage. Starting now!” My earthly mother hardly ever scolded me when I was younger. I was always the “good son.” But here I was at age 30 getting chastised by my Blessed Mother in a way I had never experienced. “What do you want me to do?” I asked helplessly. I turned the page. Pray the Rosary and wear the Scapular. I groaned. “Rosary? I’ve tried that before. It’s boring. It doesn’t work for me.” But Mary wouldn’t take no. “Try it again,” she insisted. What about this scapular thing? I had no idea what a scapular was. I thought it had something to do with shaving your head like the monks of the Middle Ages. (I had confused the “scap” in scapular for “scalp”, as in head.) “I’m not shaving my head Mary.” I read on and embarrassingly realized my mistake. “Oh. OK. I can wear that.”
That night I went online and ordered a Brown Scapular, and then I went to my bedroom dresser and pulled out my grandmom’s old rosary. It had been in there for years, nothing more than an heirloom. I got on my knees, and I began to pray. The next night, I did it again. Two nights in a row became three, then four, until before I knew it I had prayed the Rosary every night for a week. Well it’s been 7 years, and I’m still going strong. I can count on two hands the total number of times I’ve missed.
From #Mary we learn to trust even when all hope seems gone. #MamaMary #MotherofGod #Trust #Love #Obedience #Faith #Catholic #Easter #Mother
Mom and Dad… ♡♡♡ I love this pic… i took this last june before fr. Philip’s ordination… hehehe.. this is love… #family #parents #daddy #mommy #love #sweet #growoldwithyou #throwbackanyday #throwback