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August 15th, 2007

A Glorious Mystery

Commuting with the Blessed Mother

 
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As any commuter knows, you can tell a lot about people by what they do on the subway.

In the early hours of a weekday morning, heading to work, we are transients. We have no home but that subway car. For a few minutes, we are co-habitants: neighbors, bound by time and space and dirty plastic seats, blinking at one another as the lights flicker, the windows rattle, and the stops go hurtling by in a blizzard of white tile.

I’m taking the train earlier these days; I usually step onto the subway platform at Continental Ave. in Queens around 7:30, to get to work around 8:15. It’s easier to get a seat. But sometimes I’ll take the express, and stand, and spend a few moments struggling to stay awake. It’s interesting to see what people are doing at that hour.

Puzzled
A lot of people do the Sudoku puzzle these days. A few still struggle with the crossword. Some take the Times, and fold it into long rectangles for easy reading (it’s a peculiar New York form of origami, I think). Some are reading paperbacks by Grisham or King or Steele. Once in a while, a young man with a yarmulke, dressed in black, will step onto the train and crack open a book of Hebrew. Sometimes, I’ll see older ladies with little pamphlets, reading lessons from the Bible.

But the other day, while I was unfolding my New York Post—there’s a confession for you!I caught sight of a very serious young woman seated across from me, hands folded, eyes closed. Her lips moved. And as I looked down at her hands, I noticed they were fingering beads.

She was praying the rosary.
I’ve seen that beforelike that folded New York Times, it’s a New York phenomenon, a prayerful habit that suggests that we are a distinctly devout city, full of immigrants and varied cultures that are constantly rubbing up against each other and giving people a lot of reasons to pray. But this morning, I found it unexpectedly moving. This young woman was in prayer. But a special, profoundly personal kind of prayer.

Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

“I understood that we had become a kind of church – each of us deep into our own silent prayers of Sudoku or Cindy Adams or Thomas Friedman.”

Silent Prayers
In a hole in the ground, clattering under a river, surrounded by darkness and strangers, one of the anonymous throng that had been herded into a tin box was praying to a woman full of grace.

Subways are a mystery — they shouldn’t work, but they do, and it’s a minor miracle we aren’t swallowed alive by the earth. But that morning, one of our neighbors on the subwaya traveler on this journey, a fellow transient, a pilgrim bound for points unknownwas embracing another mystery. She was holding it in her hands.

Glorious mystery? Indeed.
As I thought about that, and looked around the subway car, I understood that we had become a kind of churcheach of us deep into our own silent prayers of Sudoku or Cindy Adams or Thomas Friedman. Or Mary.

Enigmatic Feast
This month, on August 15th, Catholics the world over honor the Blessed Mother with one of the most enigmatic feasts in the Christian calendar: the Assumption. We believe that she who was born without sin was spared the fate that awaits us all, death and decay, by being assumed, body and soul, into heaven. It is one of the great mysteries of the faith — but it can be as close as your fingers, in the beads of the rosary.

I looked again at the woman with the rosary and saw her smile to herself. And I smiled, too.

A subway car of strangers was no longer full of people.

To those who choose to believe, it was full of grace.

 
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The Author : Greg Kandra
Greg Kandra is a permanent deacon for the Diocese of Brooklyn. An Emmy-winning writer and producer, he worked for CBS News for 26 years. He’s now the News Director for NET, the cable channel of the Diocese of Brooklyn. He also writes the popular blog, The Deacon's Bench.
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