The Transcendent Verticality of the Glorious Mysteries

We can read Scripture and grow in our understanding and our living relationship with its messages, but we will always remain somewhat mystified by it because Scripture contains information and insights that are revealed to us. They are not of our own human creation.

We can become more familiar with Scripture as we deepen our reading of it. We might develop convictions of knowing it, but we are reading about things that will always exceed our understanding or explanation.

The Bible is the story of a search and rescue mission performed by our heavenly Father, after we fell into sin, sickness and death by falling for the deceit of the father of lies. From Genesis to Revelation, we are told of the myriads of ways in which God has communicated Himself to humans and guided us gently back into whole union with Him.

The grand story culminates in the Gospels, when God comes in the human and divine person of Jesus to complete the revelation, to offer a mystical structure, and a living body of knowledge that will endure until He comes once again. The Gospels confront us with situations and events that we seem to understand, and perhaps even take for granted, but that are actually unknowable and unexplainable, in simply human terms, and that must be fortified by reasoning and assented to by faith.

We are quite familiar with the story of Jesus rising up out of His grave, yet we do not know how such a thing is possible – because it is only possible for God. On each page of the four gospels, we encounter supernatural occurrences that we can recount yet cannot explain. On our own, we do not know how to dispel a demon, or walk on water, or calm a storm, or raise someone from the dead.

Praying the Glorious Mysteries of the rosary is a dizzying experience for me. The five Glorious Mysteries are the Resurrection, the Ascension of Jesus, the Descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, the Assumption of Mary, and the Coronation of Mary as Queen of Heaven and Earth.

We might be moved by profound love and gratitude simply by reading the list of those mysteries, yet there is not one that belongs to our human experiences. They each are a revelation of powers beyond our abilities or our grasp.

Praying the Glorious Mysteries involves supernatural vertical movements that cause a lurch in my stomach, like riding a rollercoaster. We are taken on upward and downward spiritual passages between realms we hear about and may partially experience, yet do not comprehend. Do we really know what it is like in the netherworld of death? Can we truly understand what actually occurs when Jesus rises up from that unknown place? These are not natural places or powers.

What actually happened when Jesus somehow changed from seen to unseen, from the natural world back to the supernatural reality from whence He came, at His ascension? Certainly, we cannot explain in natural or human terms what it means that the Holy Spirit of God descended in flames and empowered the apostles with new abilities, providing a mystical ecclesiastical body for us all.

We all pass from dust to dust, but not Mary. She alone was lifted bodily from earth to heaven, and was then crowned as Queen over all.

Each Glorious Mystery involves a sublime movement between natural and supernatural realities that bewilder us and elate us with their promises.

Rising up from the world of death to a new and different state of life!

Rising from this secondary created world to the original and eternal reality!

Descending from heaven to earth and bringing a new share in divine realities to all persons!

Raising our singular and universal mother to a bodily place in the blessed realm of Heaven!

Crowning Mary as the queen of angels and persons!

I sway as I prayerfully encounter these transcendently vertical supernatural experiences of the Glorious Mysteries of the rosary that elude our comprehension, yet which have been gifted to us as a living reality, and an open invitation to participate in them, now and forever.

copyright 2026 Tom Medlar

Last Minute Gifts

Last Minute Gifts

by Paula Veloso Babadi

I am sure you have heard stories of faithful Catholics who have experienced the sweetness of our Spiritual Mother’s presence. I grew up in a family that said the Rosary almost every evening, with parents who were devoted to Mary. Still, as I left home for college and later started my own family, unlike my parents and sisters, I did not keep up that tradition. It took a while on my spiritual journey to understand how much Our Lady loves us and how eager she is to give us gifts that bring us closer to her Son.

Over thirty years ago, when one of my sisters relayed that she was going to Conyers, Georgia, where a housewife, Nancy Fowler, was reportedly receiving messages from Our Lady, she suggested it was not too late to meet up there with the rest of my family. I didn’t think it would be possible to get time off so quickly, but miraculously, I was granted vacation days and rushed home to prepare for the almost 350-mile trip. I wondered how on Earth I would find a place to stay or my family in a crowd of thousands. It was the days before GPS and cell phones.

“A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.”Revelations 12:1

People flocked to Conyers to witness the wonders occurring there, and after what seemed like an eternity of “No Vacancy” signs, I found a place to stay the night. The next day, miraculously again, I found my parents and two sisters amid a sea of people gathered in a muddy field. With oohs and aahs, the crowd was taken in by the sun playing in the sky and a blue light bearing the resemblance of the Blessed Mother’s outline hovering among nearby trees—except me. I didn’t see what my family and everyone else seemed to have seen. How could I have missed it? Am I too skeptical?

“Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, ‘Why could we not cast it out?’ He said to them, ‘Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.’”Matthew 17:19–21

When the Rosary and other prayers finished, and people started joyously leaving the field, I was downtrodden. We approached the small farmhouse where Nancy Fowler had been kneeling inside, and I lingered as my parents and sisters moved ahead toward the parking area.

“I believe you were here, Mary, but I’m sad, I didn’t see your signs,” I said. “Please let me experience your presence.” People walked by, and with each one who passed me, I could smell perfume.  I finally stopped one young woman: “Are you wearing perfume?”

“No.” 

The scent continued; it was the sweet smell of roses, just like the heirlooms in my father’s garden.  

I ran to catch up with my parents.  “Did you smell roses when you walked by the farmhouse?”

“No.”

I broke down crying and told them what happened, at which they hugged me and said Our Lady had given me a gift.  Our Blessed Mother is ready to carry us closer to her Divine Son and to protect and console us in troubled times. 

When I arrived in Conyers, I was mildly doubtful, slightly hopeful after seeing the crowds in awe, and overcome with gratitude when I received such consolation at the slightest movement toward belief. People far more devout than I can attest to the beauty of devotion to Mary and the fruits of dedication to daily Rosaries.

Over the years, I became more mindful of praying the Rosary, but I wasn’t consistent.  As I remembered that gift so many years ago, just before Lent, I am committing to say the Rosary every day, just as we did when I was a child.

Copyright 2026 Paula Veloso Babadi

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Photo by ClickerHappy-3678 at Pexels

Sacred Mysteries of the Rosary

Sacred Mysteries of the Rosary

 

The Joyful Mysteries

Not a man, this messenger announcing.

Not by man, but by God’s will, this opening.

You have been favored to be God’s mother.

So it will be, as I serve the Other.

 

Beautiful the feet, her journey complete.

God’s family with man; grains of new wheat.

Convey the Divine, bring forth His spirit.

Magnify and rejoice as you hear it.

 

Singular birth, most humble beginning.

A King in a manger, nothing stranger.

From above, afar, the fields, are coming;

Famished seekers, relieved of their hunger.

 

This truth can’t be known; it must be revealed;

Adored or rejected; thoughts unconcealed.

God, as a baby, our arms can enfold.

Piercing projected; such sorrow foretold.

 

“The son must obey the father,” He said.

Joyful reunion, such sorrowful dread;

“You see, I was at home. I was not lost.”

She ponders, says “Yes,” whatever the cost.


The Luminous Mysteries

Bathed in our sins and so bearing our cost.

Fulfilling by willing, saving the lost.

Present in sacrament, baptism first.

Trinity rising from water’s rebirth.

 

Now, Mother? Yes, time to let joy overflow.

Wedding and feasting, delights that will show.

You’ve come to bring joy, reveal His design.

Presence brings comfort, so share such as thine.

 

His Kingdom nears; the King appears.

Return from exile, cast off your stale fears.

Sown in seedlings, true harvest will ripen.

Remorse meets mercy, stony hearts open.

 

Please stop, I’m sorry to see this vision.

I don’t understand this fearful mission.

Fear not, I’m with you; I know what you need.

With time, you will see the new life I breed.

 

This bread is my body, for you given.

Forgive them again, seven times seven.

The cup is a promise, never broken.

Do as I do, you’ll not be forsaken.


The Sorrowful Mysteries

The consoling angel daubs beads of blood

As tears and sweat form into pools of mud.

Above their anguished groaning can be heard,

‘Be done to me according to your word.’

 

Beads and hooks arrayed along leather strips

Like birds of prey strike the flesh they assail.

How can it be that those wielding the whips

Are healed by this very one that they flail.

 

My pride and arrogance a mockery

Of you wearing that wicked crown for me.

Imitating your naked humbleness

Merits the cloak in which I hope to dress.

 

Too heavy, too great, too fearful for me.

Yet fear is tempered by pity for thee.

Who carries my guilt, pays my penalty

Through death on a cross to eternity.

 

Transfixed is my gaze, my hopes pinned on thee,

Hanging suspended on Calvary’s tree.

“I thirst,” you say, as you pour out your heart.

“Finished,” you say, creating a new start.


The Glorious Mysteries

Do dim tombs typically bloom with light?

Who once entombed wakes to a morning bright?

Do burial clothes often display their wearer?

Who bears wounds in a body now fairer?

 

Beyond sight to wider light, He rises.

Here now ever present, He surprises.

Beyond time to forever, He returns.

The path beyond history, He confirms.

 

Heavenly intruder in fire descends.

I am love; you shall love; love never ends.

God present for all, Church for a body.

Go tell it, go share it; for all, it’s free.

 

Bodies only went the way of all flesh,

From ashes to ashes until that day.

Lifted high for her maker to cherish.

She first, before all others, gone this way.

 

A Queen is in Heaven, mother love reigns.

Mercy, she offers, and prayer she explains.

Guide us through exile, in tears do we plead.

Return home, take shelter; hope will succeed.

 

copyright 2025 Tom Medlar

Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!

Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!

by Dennis Lambert

If we were playing Biblical Family Feud and the players were asked, “What was the greatest revelation of the Wedding at Cana?” my guess is that the number one answer would be a toss-up between two answers. It would be either that it is where Jesus performed his first miracle or that it was the beginning of his public ministry.

Now for the more serious Family Feud thrill seekers out there, what would take the next spot on the big Feud board? The answer to that is likely to be dependent on that player’s Christian affiliation. For myself, being Catholic, my response would be, “Mary the Intercessor.”

One thing I am certain of is that the role of Mary in our Christian faith is often misunderstood by Protestants, and also by many Catholics. Having spent a couple years in the non-denominational world, I can tell you that the number one misconception regarding Mary is that Catholics pray to Mary as we pray to God. (insert the Family Feud big Red X and obnoxious buzzer sound here!). It is, in fact, the story of Cana which demonstrates to the world one of Mary’s most treasured roles in our Christian faith.

Let’s take a look by putting ourselves into the story…

Now, wedding feasts during the time of Jesus were truly a celebration which lasted for days. So the party is in full swing when Mary, the intuitive mother she is, notices something is wrong.

Perhaps she notices the head waiter whispering something into the ear of the father of the bride and then sees a look of shock and dismay come across his face. Next, the father follows the head waiter into the kitchen, and Mary, who obviously knows the man, out of concern follows him to find out what has him so disheveled.

When Mary learns that he has run out of wine she immediately understands the social ramifications and embarrassment it would cause this man, his daughter the bride, and his family. You see, running short on wine at such a celebration would indeed been a major party foul and that error would have surely made that family the talk of the town for months to come, and not in a good way.

So I can envision Mary calmly talking to that father, telling him that everything is going to be all right, that she’s got it handled. Her next move is to her Son. She explains in detail what has happened, what was happening. After listening to his mother, Jesus says to her, “Women, how does your concern affect me? My hour has not yet come.” The reality is that back then, the term “Woman” was an endearing sign of affection. Using a little poetic license and placing myself into the scene, I can see Jesus’ response possibly coming off more like, “Mother, the woman I adore, it’s not my time quite yet. You understand, right?”  (And if I had more space in this article we could go into how biblical scholars describe this call of “Woman” by Jesus as his announcing of Mary as the new Eve.)

Now Mary’s response is interesting. Her eyes are on Jesus, listening to what he says one second, and then a split second later turning her head from her son to the server. Without saying a word to her son, she tells the server, “Do whatever he tells you.”  Now that’s authority! Now that’s a mother!

I can just imagine Jesus rolling his eyes after this, saying something like, “Ma, really?” But what does he do? He orders the servers to bring out six stone jars filled with water. According to the Gospel, that was between 120- and 180-gallons worth of water that Jesus then turns into wine!  In that instance, Jesus complies to his mother’s wishes, her “intentions.”

What this part of the story tells us, unequivocally, is that Mary indeed has the ear of her son and most importantly, that he listens to her.

And what are the implications for us? While they may be pretty clear to most, let me build up where I’m heading with this just a bit before I come out and state the obvious. Allow me ask a couple probing questions …

How many of you have ever prayed for someone else? How many been prayed for? My guess is that everyone reading this is saying an unequivocal “yes” to both questions. The fact that we all participate so fully in this thing we call prayer shows that there is something to it. That there is a real power to prayer. And if you’re like me, the holier the person you get to say a prayer on your behalf, the more efficacious we feel that prayer is going to be.

Which brings us back to Mary. The wedding feast at Cana introduces Mary as the best intercessor for our prayers. After all, whether a person is Catholic or Protestant, I’m confident we would all agree that no one who ever lived is holier than Mary. After all, God chose her to have his Son!

Clearly, as seen in the story of the Wedding at Cana, Jesus most especially listens to his mother! And this, my friends, is Mary’s role in our faith. We don’t pray to Mary as we pray to Jesus or the Father. Rather we ask her, as the holiest person who ever lived, to take our needs, our prayers, our intentions to the very foot of her son. For, as seen at Cana, Jesus most especially listens to his Mother!

So when you find yourself in need, be it one of the big things in life variety, or just a case of writer’s block you’re trying to clear away, may the forceful words of Steve Harvey ring within your ears, “Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!”…. and then may you turn to our Champion of Cana and ask her for the gift of her influential prayers!

© Copyright 2025 by Dennis Lambert

Feature Photo by John Andrew Nolia Blazo: https://www.pexels.com/photo/painting-of-holy-mary-15111009/

What is the Rosary?

What is the Rosary?

October is the Month of the Rosary, and many authors have already written insightful and inspiring articles explaining and promoting it. We know the rosary is a tremendous tool, and that it also has many positive physiological benefits besides the more obvious spiritual ones.

But this October, I thought I’d try my hand at something a little different, namely a poem about the rosary.  Here it is, in three short verses.

 

What is the Rosary?

A rosary’s a ladder;

It goes up and down.

Connects us to Heaven,

 

Through Mary, on the ground.

Through the life of our Lord,

We travel anew.

By His death, we’re forgiven;

The covenant renewed.

 

By the work of the Church,

We two are made one.

Now our prayers are hers,

‘till God’s kingdom comes.

 

© Copyright 2023 by Sarah Pedrozo

Featured Image: iStock-Mary-statue-in-blue-with-rosary-formatted.jpg