What are Our Lady of the Rosary and Our Lady of Victory? Who Else Saved the World? - Ask a Marian

[@tonywatts2042]

I saw father Chris Alar with the Justice League, so ya got me clicking on the vid, I had to check it out, your talks are awesome father Alar, I've been watching your vids for almost a year now and because watching your videos and by the grace of God, I am back practicing my Catholic faith, Thank you father Alar! May God bless you!

[@DivineMercy_Official]

That is awesome Tony God bless you!

[@SarahAnne44AVEMaria]

Likewise!♥️🙏🏻🥰

[@genevieveyoung6072]

GOd bless our lady of the rosory

[@SarahAnne44AVEMaria]

Thank you GOD for Fr. Chris Alar! I’ve learned so much valuable information about our faith!! ♥️🙏🏻🥰 God please bless him and all Catholic priests and clergy! ♥️🙏🏻

[@johnanthonylupton]

Great video, hi from Ireland 🇮🇪 😀

[@DivineMercy_Official]

God bless you and all in Ireland

[@ofeliacaballero5857]

Fr. Chris, you’re a man of history, a man of God and a man of Our Lady of the Rosary. Happy Feast of the Holy Rosary and thanks for the amazing response to the question.

[@DivineMercy_Official]

Thank you for taking the time to join us and God bless you!

[@TonyOmila7x]

Amen.

[@angiemuller4411]

My little story is about my son been born on Oct 7, 28 yrs ago, rather than 2 weeks later per my doctor. My son is been my Thorn in many ways from several years and I always find comfort to constant entrust him to our Lady of the Rosary.

[@ronnie0573]

Thank you Father Chris for these lessons. God Bless you and your work for God.

[@marisbentley9146]

Just a few weeks ago, I went to Mass at the Basilica Shrine of Our Lady of Victory in Buffalo (Lackawanna) New York. The priest who built it in the late 1800’s had a great devotion to Our Lady of Victory. It’s so beautiful! Father Nelson Baker, pray for us! Our Lady of Victory, pray for us!

[@DivineMercy_Official]

Yes

[@marcusromanowskimd8312]

@@DivineMercy_Official I Love OLV Parish in Lackawanna, NY! A true inspiration for all who visit!

[@DivineMercy_Official]

@@marcusromanowskimd8312 yes

[@gerisundararaj399]

Thank you Fr Chris 🙏 ❤️ ,you are so right we really need the rosary 📿 today

[@cheraybisaya]

Amen, thanks for this wonderful content Fr. Chris, God bless you more!

[@ladangharimau5712]

Father Chris Alar thank you for the explanations What are Our Lady of the Rosary and Our Lady of Victory?

[@amelitaomandam6302]

Thanks Fr. Chris Alar for this interesting topic. God bless you and your family always. Praise be Jesus. 😇😇😇😍😍😍

[@louisaberrios1789]

A little history lesson for today’s generations❣️🥰 I pray that history doesn’t repeat once again….🧐🙏🏾📿📿

[@michaelhaywood8262]

I have seen somewhere that the Victory you describe against the Turks was when the title Help of Christians was added to the Litany of Loretto. There is a Church of Our Lady of Victory at Eastbourne in Sussex, England, [about 16 miles from my home at St Leonards]. I have occasionally attended Mass there.

[@KnightGeneral]

Everytime I watch the Battle of Minas Tirith, it always reminded me of the Battle of Lepanto. I have a great devotion to Our Lady of Victory. Even if I know it is called Our Lady of Rosary now, I still say "Our Lady of Victory, pray for us" to strengthen us all in our Spiritual Battles.

[@LRT123ful]

Thank you Father Chris, explained well!!

[@pearlcaines7463]

God Bless you Father.

[@DivineMercy_Official]

You too

[@sallyfernandez3665]

Thank you Fr. Chris. God bless!

[@jodieelizabeth4905]

Amen 🙏

[@jodieelizabeth4905]

Our Lady of the Rosary pray for us. Amen 🙏

[@suegruszka8280]

We love all your informative talks on the faith. We pass them onto everyone. In fact one family member called me an evangelist, and she was almost a nun and her husband was going to be a priest. Thank you so much. Your friends 8n Illinois. Hope to get to visit you all in Stockbridge one day. 🙏

[@DivineMercy_Official]

Thank you for sharing and God bless you

[@alwaysmisskaryn]

Great information Father Chris. Today 10/7 is my Daughter In Law’s birthday. She will be the recipient of the beautiful green rosary beads are you blessed for me last weekend. I am still planting seeds (and connecting the dots with yesterday’s great homily on perseverance in prayer.). Thank you for your perseverance with all of us. God bless you.

[@DivineMercy_Official]

@@alwaysmisskaryn awesome!

[@donnapollock]

Thank you and God Bless you Father Chris. My Grand Mother told me to say The Prayer to Our Lady of Victory for a test I was having for my College....It worked....

[@pennypiper7382]

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😇❤

[@donaldwatson3176]

Thank you Father Joseph! Still praying for your family. Thank you for your blessing. (I used to watch Justice League of America in the 60s when I was a kid.)

[@hglundahl]

4:11 Previously, October 7th was the feast of St. Bridget of Vadstena. She graciously moved over to October 8th, and I've made a point of congratulating my mother on October 8th on her namesday. Perhaps making some wonder why I wasn't congratulating her on October 7th ... it's still the day of the Bridgets in Sweden.

[@user-hu4gr1bo5g]

💜🕊🕯😇🙏

[@riacaritas2934]

Dear Fr Chris I received your emails but am unable to reply because Turanota mail is highly encrypted and requires the recipient to have a password to access my mail.

[@peterj6740]

God answers prayer . Pray as you can and not as you can't , for God looks at the heart and not by praying special magical prayers that forces God's hands to act because we pray to a powerful saint and praying repetitive prayers over and over again without rhyme or reason . Simply ask with a humble and confident heart and God will answer.

[@SarahAnne44AVEMaria]

Praying for you now! 🙏🏻♥️

[@smdiamond1]

Lepanto BY G. K. CHESTERTON White founts falling in the courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared, It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard, It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips, For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships. They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy, They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea, And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss, And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross, The cold queen of England is looking in the glass; The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass; From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun, And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun. Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard, Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred, Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall, The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall, The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung, That once went singing southward when all the world was young, In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid, Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade. Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far, Don John of Austria is going to the war, Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold, Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums, Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes. Don John laughing in the brave beard curled, Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world, Holding his head up for a flag of all the free. Love-light of Spain-hurrah! Death-light of Africa! Don John of Austria Is riding to the sea. Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star, (Don John of Austria is going to the war.) He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri’s knees, His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas. He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease, And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees, And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing. Giants and the Genii, Multiplex of wing and eye, Whose strong obedience broke the sky When Solomon was king. They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn, From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn; They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be; On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl, Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl; They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,- They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound. And he saith, “Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide, And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide, And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest, For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west. We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun, Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done, But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know The voice that shook our palaces-four hundred years ago: It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate ; It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate! It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth, Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.” For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar, (Don John of Austria is going to the war.) Sudden and still-hurrah! Bolt from Iberia! Don John of Austria Is gone by Alcalar. St. Michael’s on his mountain in the sea-roads of the north (Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.) Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift And the sea folk labour and the red sails lift. He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone; The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone; The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise, And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room, And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom, And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee, But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea. Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips, Trumpet that sayeth ha! Domino gloria! Don John of Austria Is shouting to the ships. King Philip’s in his closet with the Fleece about his neck (Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.) The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin, And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in. He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon, He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon, And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day, And death is in the phial, and the end of noble work, But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk. Don John’s hunting, and his hounds have bayed- Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid Gun upon gun, ha! ha! Gun upon gun, hurrah! Don John of Austria Has loosed the cannonade. The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke, (Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.) The hidden room in man’s house where God sits all the year, The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear. He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery; They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark, They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark; And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs, And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs, Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines. They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young. They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon. And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell, And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign- (But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!) Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop, Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate’s sloop, Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds, Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds, Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty. Vivat Hispania! Domino Gloria! Don John of Austria Has set his people free! Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath (Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.) And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain, Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain, And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade.... (But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)

[@beverlybowers8452]

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[@robcassel1745]

God is a wounderful God and the MCU is better...It just is.

[@rubenmagdaleno5247]

Thank you Father!