Not long ago, Minnesota Mom posted a Mary Story which brought to mind a little intervention with the Blessed Mother of my own. The event is long past, and I make no claim that it is even close to a miracle - just one small way that Mary reached into a person''s heart to help steer them when they had gone astray.
When I was younger I often wondered what good it did to keep saying the Hail Mary over and over again when my family prayed the rosary. Seemed to my young mind to be a waste of time.
As I grew older and moved away to college I drifted away from the church and from Jesus and Mary, I had completely stopped praying, never went to Mass and spend my time instead on frivolous and destructive pastimes.
When I was twenty-six and had spent a good 8 years isolated from the Catholic faith I found myself standing outside my house one January morning in the bitterly cold Minnesota winter with a car that would not start. The battery of my shiny new ride was completely dead. I managed to track down a friend and got a jump start and began my drive to work. As is the case when a car loses all power, my preset radio buttons had lost their stations, so when I turned on the radio the frequency I was tuned to was not one of my normal stations.
What struck me as odd was that the radio had not defaulted to the top or bottom of the dial as one might normally expect, but came to life somewhere in the middle of the radio spectrum. Stranger still, the radio wasn''t just spitting out static, it was actually on a station which was broadcasting a strong signal. I turned up the volume a bit and realized the people on the station were saying the rosary.
I reached for the tuner to change the station, but for some reason I didn''t do it. I began to listen to the voices as they recited the prayers. As I listened I was overtaken by the most empty feeling I had ever experienced.
I realized I had forgotten the words to the Hail Mary.
I have been a Catholic since birth, had attended Catholic schools and prayed the rosary as a child. I instantly understood that having forgotten the words to this prayer meant that something was drastically wrong in my life. I saved the station as a button on my radio and listened to the rosary for the rest of the trip to work. Throughout the day the empty feeling kept returning as the words of the Hail Mary echoed in my head.
After work I got in the car and turned the radio back on. There was no station there. Just static. Over the next few days I kept returning to the radio setting, in the morning when I had first heard it, over lunch, and in the evening when I drove home. I never picked up so much as a scratchy voice on any of my attempts. In fact, there were no stations anywhere near that spot on the dial, only static.
Shortly after that experience I was at the local library and took a few minutes to look up the frequencies of regional radio stations. There were no religious radio stations in the area which would have shown up where I found the rosary that day. Nothing even close.
Over the next weeks and months I began to think more and more about the Church and the Lord. Ultimately I returned to my Catholic faith, married a beautiful Catholic woman and have been blessed by God to have five children baptized into the Church.
So what do I make of this experience? A coincidence? A Miracle? A strange electromagnetic occurrence?
I can''t say, but I do know this: Parents must make their children say the Hail Mary over and over again, even if it doesn''t seem to be making much of an impact. This is the way we tie safety ropes onto little souls, so that one day the Lord (or His Mother) will have something with which to reel them back in again if they should happen to drift away.