We wake up in the morning, get ready and join eachother for prayer. We consecrate our lives, death, and eternity, our vocation, apostolate, and day to the Immaculate Mother. Silence, though not unbreakable, permeates most the morning. We head to Mass at the local parish, greet people, ask how they're doing, and promise prayers of one kind or another.
The day is full of activity - the phone rings several times an hour, the door bell rings several times a day, the buzzer of the dryer thunders through the house periodically, and the ding of the coffee pot politely joins in the hum. One might be on the cell only to receive a call on the home phone, or at the door with a stranger only to be summoned by a friend. We slip in and out, as God the keeper of time allows, to say thanks to Jesus in the tabernacle, ask for advice, forgiveness, or strength. Occasionally you'll notice rosary beads slipping through someone's fingers as they listen intently to a guest, or as they walk about the backyard. One is dressed for a meeting, professional, clean - and another emerges from the kitchen in running clothes, face red from a jog around the neighborhood. Someone comes home from school, while another leaves for an appointment. In one day we may reach out to a hundred people in three different places, and in another day only those who God puts in our path.... the grocery store cashier, the Jiffy-Lube manager, the homeless guy at the door.
As the evening begins to warn that night is near, dinner is enjoyed by all who are home. Someone may have to leave in a hurry... or not. Whoever is able joins together once again in prayer... for the mission, vocations, priests, and all those who ask prayer or have no one to pray for them. The night hurries on, the "night owls" stay up to continue to serve the Lord - and the "early birds" resign themselves to sleep in His loving arms.
The day is done, in our world, for our world, and with our world. We are lay, sharing a common mission to raise the world to God. We are consecrated - belonging exclusively and totally to Him by the vows. This gift and responsibility burns within us the Cross of Christ, a hidden + sign we are called to carry with us in every aspect of daily life . We are Fr. Kolbe Missionaries of the Immaculata- witnessing to Christ and His Mother. We are instruments in Her hands for bringing souls to Christ through the Immaculate in the ordinary circumstances of a very amazing world.
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