“Let me place the Rosary around a sinner’s neck, and he will not escape me.” — St. Louis De Montfort
I have a hunch that Montfort was also speaking for Mother Mary. In any case, all went well at the Rite Of Acceptance. I met my appointed sponser, an elderly woman who, by coincidence, is active in the Rosary group at St. Philomena Church.
She quite approved of my intent to make my confirmation name “Mary”, She also was happy that I was NOT rushing into Monfort’s Total Consecration, but was awaiting my two week spiritual retreat next February to prepare myself. We meet again at the Rosary Group’s Luncheon next Sunday.
Of course, as this was a once-in-lifetime-event, I dressed up for the occasion.
I completely shaved and had a haircut
White shirt and tie
Large ceremonial brown scapular, worn over the shirt, a visable mark of my being a Candidate rather then a Catechuman.
My tri-colored cingulem around my waist, with the ends hanging down my right side. Gold, Silver, and White, braided togather. A mark of my vows of chastity and obediance
Large wood bead Rosary, draped over the cingulem and hanging down my left side. Clickity-clacking when I walked. If you got it, flaunt it.
I’d swear there was a gloating smirk on my Sponser’s face when we came to that part of the ceremony where she gave those seven signs of the cross on my body.
Any questions?