The Rosary

 

 

I’m not Catholic.  Well, not in the strictest sense.  In the sense that Catholic means “universal,” I am quite Catholic.  Just not… you know… Catholic. 

But I love the Catholic Church.  I am deeply in love with traditional liturgy anywhere it may be found, whether that may be Eastern Orthodox, Roman Catholic, Lutheran, Anglican, Presbyterian, Methodist, etc.  I love the liturgy.

Years ago I considered converting to Catholicism.  I probably would have, but I went through that RCIA or something like that, and just never got in.  I didn’t enter at the right time or something, and to become Catholic, I would have had to wait another year before I could become a member of the church and be able to participate in the Eucharist.  So I just started going to a Lutheran church.  They let me in right away.

Anyway, while I was considering Catholocism, I bought a rosary from Italy.  Haven’t done much with it since, but Marcus and i were at the bookstore tonight with our special lady friends, and I bought a book on the rosary. 

I respect religious traditions and (gasp!) rituals a whole lot. And I really want to discipline my prayer life (prayer being communion with the Mystery we call God). 

So I’m feeling good about this purchase.  I’m feeling good about grabbing that dust laden cloth pouch with my rosary in it, and seeing what happens.

I’m not Catholic. 

But I’m down with the rosary.