From the time I was a child of only eight or nine years, the Rosary has been a gentle, steady rhythm in my life. I still remember walking to the grotto of my home parish in the evenings, a small boy with a big devotion, praying each decade with a simple heart. It was my daily routine every evening and I know that should I miss one day I would not have peace in my heart. What began as a childhood habit has grown into a lifelong source of strength and grace.
Now, as a young priest serving at Saint Joseph Oratory, the Rosary has become even more precious to me. In the quiet moments between my ministry, especially during those peaceful times when the confessionals are empty, the Rosary draws me back to the heart of Jesus. Each mystery becomes a doorway into His life: His joys, His sorrows, His love poured out for humanity. Through Mary’s patient guidance, I find myself learning again and again what it means to be faithful to God’s will, just as she was in every moment of her life.
Praying the Rosary during my workday is not only a way to use my time well, it is a way to stay rooted in prayer for the many people who have asked for my intercession. Every bead becomes a promise kept and every decade a quiet offering for the souls entrusted to my prayers. And in this simple, familiar prayer, I feel myself growing: as a priest, as a disciple and as a son of Mary.
The Rosary that shaped my childhood continues to shape my priesthood. It steadies my heart, deepens my reflection, and keeps my ministry anchored in the life of Jesus and the faithfulness of His Mother. It is a humble prayer, but for me, it remains one of the greatest gifts of my vocation.