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Mary, Undoer of Knots Keeps Following Me Around

Mary, Undoer of Knots, pray for us!
About 8 years ago, a few friends and I were in Minneapolis for a Catholic teachers' conference. My friend Amy and I found ourselves wandering, on a free afternoon, to a large and rather dusty Catholic book store.

The first thing that greeted us was a life-size statue of Mary. It was from Spain, and would have been quite lovely, were it not for the fact that the glass eyes were, well, cross-eyed. I whispered (yes, I know it wasn't nice), "Our Lady of Glaucoma?" and our adventure began.

It was clear that the bookstore had virtually no organization - or none that we could discern - and all of its stock was out for browsing. First Communion gifts were nestled next to priests' collars, books of all sorts were scattered about the store, and items were stocked two stories high.

The office was apparently upstairs, and occasionally, a woman's voice would yell out orders to the man working below. He shrugged in our general direction after one outburst from above: "My sister," he said.

Amy and I (both wholehearted Catholic geeks) were happy to wander about, seeing what treasures we could uncover. Near the back of the store, hanging 10 or 12 feet above the floor was a large picture of Mary. She was holding a ribbon, which flowed about her and the angels at her feet. Neither of us had ever seen this representation of Our Blessed Mother, and we hunted about for some sort of explanation. We finally found it: Mary, Undoer of Knots.

In our combined 90 years or so of Catholic life, neither of us had seen this. But from that point on, Mary, Undoer of Knots started following me around.

I got a prayer card from a nun. A friend of mine on Facebook asked me to "like" a page devoted to this particular devotion. Pope Francis has written a prayer devoted to her. She just keeps showing up.

When Mary keeps showing up in your life, you ought to pay attention. So now, I have a particular devotion to this rather mysterious depiction of Mary. It makes perfect sense though: who better than your Mother to help you untangle your life, your issues, your mistakes, your struggles? Then, with that ribbon of your life smoothed out, you can go before Her Son, Our King.


I run to You, Mary, Undoer of Knots, because I trust you and I know that you never despise a sinning child who comes to ask you for help. I believe that you can undo this knot because Jesus grants you everything. I believe that you want to undo this knot because you are my Mother.




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