Interestingly, having the insignia blessed at this time was not deliberate. I had been looking to have it blessed as soon as the shirt came in the mail, but it wasn't working out during the week (I go to daily Mass at a different and closer parish). I figured it would be best anyway to ask our pastor to bless it, since he knows about and has encouraged the association. In fact I asked, earlier in the week, my Guardian Angel to arrange, somehow, for the pastor specifically to bless the insignia on the coming Sunday. I wasn't sure I would see him on Sunday, and three other priests were at the Mass we went to, the pastor no where in sight. They say different Masses at different times of course. After Mass I saw no priests at all whom I could ask to bless the insignia. But I figured I would try outside in the front of the church, figuring if there was one there it would be the priest who said Mass. There to my wondering eyes was the pastor, only the pastor, no idea why he was the only one there and why the priest who was saying Mass was not there, as any of them usually would be. Providential timing! He had just been given a rum cake by some friends for he and the friars, and the friends having left, it was only Father and I there. And thus the blessing came about on the weekend of the Rosary by our pastor.
May all hearts be saved from the dragon, the ancient serpent, who prowls about trying to murder souls, and may they be brought to Mary's Heart there to share Jesus' own union with her.
