Meditation on the Glorious Mysteries for the sick

Let’s not think of the Glorious mysteries as simply for the future. We are already living them.

The graces that Jesus won by his rising in glory are availabe to us in this present time. We are an Easter people, and however cast down we may be at times, grace enables us to rise again and again. The gifts of the Holy Spirit are still being poured out on all God’s people.

As we turn to turn to Mary assumed into heaven we say: ‘I am all thine, my Queen and my Mother and all I have is thine.’

“ Beloved,” she replies: ‘I am all yours, and all I have is yours.”


The Resurrection

Woman, why are you weeping? Who is it that your are looking for?

Tears are never far from the sick and the suffering. Lord, it is comforting to know that you see our tears, as you saw those of Mary Magdalen on the morning of the Resurrection.

We worry about the future. At times, there is nothing to look forward to, but doubt, difficulty and despair. But this mystery gives hope. You call each one of us by name, as you called Mary.

If you ask who I am looking for, I will answer: You Lord, are the end of all my searching. O Risen Saviour, you see my tears. You know my fears. Place in my heart a spirit of resurrection. so that I may walk out of the tomb of darkness into the light of your love.

Lord, I thank you for every step on the way to recovery. I give thanks for the healing power that flows from your glorious risen body.


The Ascension

I go to my father and to your father. I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am, you also my be.

Lord, you go before me. While I lie here on a bed of pain worrying about home and family and personal security, you are preparing an eternal dwelling place for me, where all tears will be wiped away, and there will be no more pain or sorrow.

I believe that the great secret of living is knowing how to welcome death itself. Let that final moment of my life be an offering, a fragrant sacrifice before the face of the Father.

For you, dear Lord, death was the final offering, the hour to which you looked forward. In that hour evil was overcome and the kingdom of darkness defeated. Through your wounds , may we be healed, and come to know the final healing of your victorious ascension into heaven. May those sacred and glorious wounds “plead for the whole world, like stars before the face of the Father.”


The Descent of the Holy Spirit

Wait for the promise of the Father. You shall receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you.

St. Paul tells us that the Spirit helps us in our weakness. The very weakness that we experience in our bodies, may well be the situation which allows God to work powerfully within us, and through us. This is the time when like the disciples, we follow the command of Jesus, to go back to Jerusalem and wait for the fulfilment of his promise. Our very isolation, is the opportunity to go to the Upper Room of the heart, there, to wait with Mary and disciples until filled with the gifts of the Spirit.

O Mary, lovely Bride of the Spirit, reveal to us in this mystery, the secrets of Jesus which you loved to ponder in your heart.


The Assumption

We know that when this tent we live in, our body here on earth, is torn down, God will have a house in heaven for us.

This is the mystery which tells of the lifting up of Mary not only in spirit, but in her very flesh and blood. The Church speaks of the bodily assumption of Our Lady. It reminds us that God is Lord of all creation and that he is concerned not only with the saving of our souls, but with the lifting up of the whole person, body soul and spirit.

Heavenly Father, we come into your presence in the totality of our lives—all that we are and all that we have. We praise you for the wonder of our being, for the faculties of mind and body and for the gift health and healing. While our weary hearts still cry in this vale of tears, may our spirits be lifted up, in hope of sharing one day in the glorious assumption of our Blessed Mother into heaven.


The Coronation of Our Lady

A great sign appeared in heaven, a woman clothed with the sun, the moon under her feet, and on her head, a crown of twelve stars.

O Virgin Mother, you have gone before us on our patient pilgrim way. You are the star that leads us home. We pray for all who are sick and away from home. Dearest Mother we salute you as Beloved Daughter of the Father, First Lady of Heaven, Housekeeper of the Trinity, Queen of the New Creation and Mother of the Church. But we know that you have not forgotten the dear familiar things of the little home in Nazareth. You do not cease to care for those who still struggle with difficulties, their lips pressed against life’s bitter cup of sorrow. Have pity on those who weep, on those who fear. Grant peace to our minds and hope to our hearts and after this our exile show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus.


In the same spirit : Meditation on the Joyful Mysteries and Meditation on the Sorrowful Mysteries.


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