The Rosary: A Prayer of the Heart

Sister Margaret Kerry, FSP, explores why an ancient prayer, once latched on, won’t let go. 

"You will lead your brothers and sisters in the Rosary tonight," Mom insisted as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. At eight years old, I was the eldest of six. I knew this was a prayer we never skipped as a family. “Why?” I thought. Why do we pray with the Rosary?

My parents told us about Father Patrick Peyton’s motto: “The family that prays together stays together.” That gave me an idea. I knew that when we prayed, everyone settled down before bed. So, I gathered my siblings and said, “We are going outside to pray the Rosary together.” After sitting everyone in a circle on the grass, I noticed that we'd forgotten our rosaries.

“Since we are sitting in a clover patch, we will pick a clover for every Hail Mary and then weave it into the next clover.” Fifty years later, I still recall that Rosary. It was the first time I really put my heart into it.

Meeting Father Peyton

As a novice in the Daughters of St. Paul, I attended the 1976 Eucharistic Congress. There was one presenter I didn’t want to miss. “Let’s go find Father Patrick Peyton!” I invited my co-novices. Aisle after aisle we looked. There he was standing tall and quiet: the “Rosary Priest.”

As we approached, he came close to the aisle. For each of us, he gave a word of wisdom. Holding out his rosary-wrapped hand, Father Peyton said to me, “If the sun and moon go out, never doubt.”

There were times I did doubt. The Rosary wasn’t my daily prayer, but it was never far from my heart. There was something more about this prayer than I could grasp.

The Rosary Became My Prayer

On some occasions the Rosary was my prayer: as I walked, when I couldn’t fall asleep, or as I struggled to pray, I recited the Rosary as if by impulse. “Why?”

• Why did I pull the beads through my fingers waiting in line at a grocery store, walking the sidewalks, when it was hard to pray, or when I was troubled?
• Why was it the first prayer that I said for family members?
• Why did I repeat the mystery of the Visitation?
• Why did I pray the Rosary as family members and friends passed from this life?
• Why did I pick up my rosary when my prayer life was dry? When I doubted?

The Rosary had quietly become my prayer of the heart. Like a child grabbing her mother’s hand, I reached for it. It was patiently forming the life of Christ in me. As salvation's story flowed through the beads, I remembered that God's promises are always fulfilled. I discovered the peace of Christ that the world cannot give (John 14:27).

Later I realized that those clover-beads echoed an ancient tradition. The Desert Fathers counted their prayers by placing stones into a bowl to count 150 Psalms. This practice blossomed into Mary's Psalter, 150 Hail Marys and then meditations on the mysteries of Christ’s life.

Some Mysteries are joyful and glorious, as gentle as a clover. At other times they are the hard rock of the Desert Fathers. The Rosary, a Gospel prayer, connects me to salvation’s story: joyful, illuminating, sorrowful, and glorious. Baptized into Christ, I am to live His life to rise with Him. (Romans 6:3-4)

"Do whatever he tells you" (John 2:5), Mary tells the servants at the wedding feast at Cana. What is He telling me? Bead by bead, as I contemplate the life of Christ, I hear Saint Paul's words: "I no longer live, but Christ lives in me." My ordinary days become a sacred vocation first entrusted to me at Baptism.

The Rosary reminds me — no, it holds me to this calling.

It leads me back to Christ through the heart of His Mother.

What Mystery are you invited to live today?

Whether clover or stone, take Mary’s hand. She is walking it together with you.

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