It’s the right weapon for these times.
I started praying the rosary regularly in college. These familiar beads that I’ve long seen hanging from rearview mirrors and sitting on tables suddenly became more than a mere decoration once I fell in love with Jesus Christ. The rosary helped anchor me through the ups and downs of vocation discernment and directed my imagination as it wandered with reckless abandon in prayer. The Rosary hasn’t left my pocket since then. In fact, now I feel off-kilter if I don’t have it–along with my keys, wallet, and phone–when I head out the door.