Although I understand the Catholic doctrine and I have been convinced intellectually that it is true, I am a bit hesitant to pray to the Saints.
I wonder what your personal experience has been. Can you say that your experience praying to the Saints, especially the Hail Mary, has been an experience in which you find yourselves falling deeper and deeper in love with Jesus Christ, becoming more and more obedient to Jesus Christ, growing stronger and stronger in passion for Jesus Christ? Or has the experience been one in which you just feel more spiritually connected to the Virgin Mary, and more spiritual in general?
Great thread topic!
I’ve been graced with a number of miracles, initiated (I believe) by praying to Our Lady–and a number of family as well. I share a few–one, I keep the actual miracle itself private–but I’ll share this much with you–I was in my early 20’s, and had the occasion to visit the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe–on our way to serve as missionaries, we stopped off to consecrate our mission (as we did every year). That particular year, I was in need of some “missionary magic” as we liked to call it (what we’d call those convenient blessings that would mysteriously show up, after mission)–actually, on this occasion, I was in need of a verified miracle–and so I did something I had never deigned to do before, despite having visited the Basilica many times before–I got on my knees, and made my way from the outer court area, all the way up to the altar, as many locals do (their faith is inspiring).
Went on mission, and when I came back…this miracle that I had prayed for–with reservations (that is, figuring that it would not, as it could not, be granted–but hoping something else would be granted to substitute, according to the Lord’s Will) actually awaited me at home. The actual miracle, not some substitute… I was dumbfounded, blown away, and remained in denial/disbelief for some time, before accepting that it had actually happened.
Now, a couple of miracles I can share freely–my mother was diagnosed with stage 3 (maybe 4…don’t recall, as it’s been 20 some years–she’s still alive, btw) cancer. Her X-Rays (or MRI, or whatever it was) showed white spots throughout her chest and torso. Cancer, metastasized and widespread…
My dad and my brother are both doctors, and both independently reviewed her chart, compared notes (so to speak), and had arrived at the same conclusion–the situation was quite severe.
The following week, she was scheduled for a follow up consult with the oncologist, to confirm the diagnosis, and to discuss treatment options.
The weekend in between, a prayer service was coordinated at my parents house, led by local priest. Rosary prayed, Marian prayers abounded, and Mary was specifically called upon and invoked for intervention.
…at the follow up consult, zero cancer. The images were absolutely clean; completely negative for any cancer. The oncologist was perperplexed, the referring doc, baffled…
We–including my dad and bro–were simply humbled, and deeply grateful.
…but we had all pretty much figured out the ‘science’ behind the mystery of the missing cancer.
Next, is one I actually call by name.
My wife tested positive on one of those pregnancy test kits, after showing several signs of being pregnant. She went to doc–ultrasound showed an ‘empty sac’. My wife was utterly devastated. Worth noting here, she’s protestant.
I told her about Mary, and how she had delivered miracles in the past to us (including the above stories). She remained skeptical. I asked her to indulge me with one Rosary. Nothing to lose, just spend some time with me praying the rosary, keeping her mind on what she was praying for. She in fact, obliged, and indulged me the Rosary.
At the next doc visit–which was scheduled to remove the empty sac–the nurse, kind of on a whim/feeling, suggested another ultrasound before commencing the procedure…
Miraculously, the sac was no longer empty. Procedure cancelled…proceed to pre-natal care, labor and delivery…
She was duly thrilled and ecstatic about that (though to this day, she barely acknowledges praying the rosary with me; I do not get that…).
In any event, that miracle is my son, Nick. No. 3 of 4.
…but hey, when I prayed to Our Lady on my wife’s behalf…I presume she relayed the prayer to God, for us…and, as usual…she delivered.
I have every confidence that one day, that seed of faith will take root in my wife’s heart.
In God’s time…
But in the mean time, I have my miracle–Nick–as a perpetual reminder of one of the many great blessings Our Lady has helped procure for me and my loved ones.
God bless…
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