We haven't been doing memes in a while, so Mac thought this one up, and tagged Dominic Mary who tagged me.
The rules, (from Mac) which need to be posted: "Name your three most favorite prayers, and explain why they're your favorites. Then tag five bloggers - give them a link, and then go and tell them they have been tagged. Finally, tell the person who tagged you that you've completed the meme... The Liturgy and the Sacraments are off limits here. I'm more interested in people's favorite devotional prayers."
1.) Hail Mary: THE "go to" prayer. Especially good for the REALLY big stuff of the "my aunt got hit by a car and is in dire need of help" to "the quarterback never saw the hit coming and his knee might finally be trashed forever please don't let him be crippled for life" -- she is also especially good at things like "I need to find a restroom quickly or be as embarrassed as all get out." Even if you are the king, you listen to your mother. If anyone will get the attention of Jesus, it is His mother.
2.) Prayer to St. Michael: I have particularly liked it lately. I say it a few times a day now...just because of Obama and the evil stuff he and his crew are constantly pulling. There is NO prayer that ends with quite the bang this one does of righteous indignation about people getting what's coming to them if they don't have a "come to Jesus" meeting. "...by the power of God cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits [i.e. Obama and company] who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
3) Hail Holy Queen: Right after the Our Father, Hail Mary, and Glory Be, this is the one my mother taught me. We said these four prayers in order when I was tiny and I used to kneel ON the bed when I was two. Mother didn't want me in my jammies, getting any dirt from the floor onto the bed so she had me kneel there. In THOSE days there wasn't wall to wall carpeting everywhere. I liked the fact that she DIDN'T try to explain it to me, but as time went on it revealed its richness to me and the words weren't "dumbed down." From earliest childhood the word "Christ" for some reason has always been associated in my mind with a piece of hot buttered toast. Perhaps I thought that this fellow "Christ" was obviously someone important, kind, and all powerful...which gave me the same warm all over feeling, not unlike having a piece of hot buttered toast when all is right with the world. Whatever. I've always found it wonderful because of the warm childhood memories of saying this with my mother AND it's a great prayer when contemplating an on-going issue that takes lots of prayer.
Now for the tags: