Dear Father Benedict,

Thank you for the article about Father Peyton. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, my mother took us to one of Father Peyton's crusades. It was in a large stadium in Pittston, PA, near our home. I remember there was quite a crowd, in fact, I think the stadium was full. Afterwards, every evening my mother would lead my brothers and sisters and me, of course, in the family rosary.

I grew up watching my mother and my grandmother always praying the rosary. In fact, every time my grandmother took a rest from her household chores, she had her large brown wooden rosary in her hands.As I got older, I drifted away from the rosary. Three years ago, someone very close to me lost a 2 year old daughter and in praying for her, I reached for my rosary and discovered again what a comfort it is to pray the rosary and haven't stopped since.

Thank you and every one involved in this new "ministry" on the net. I love the new and improved web site, as well as the daily articles. God bless you abundantly with all the graces and gifts necessary for your mission.

Your sister in Christ, Lois, CT