I used to be spiritually allergic to Marian devotion. Even though I grew up saying the rosary with my family, I never really understood the idea of being devoted to Mary, specifically. Asking saints to pray for me made sense, and I knew Mary as the greatest of the saints. Still, I never understood why Mary was so important to the spiritual life of Catholics. I also thought people who were devoted to Mary were weird. They would call her “Mama Mary,” or give me a bunch of scapulars and medals to ward off demons. For someone who had not developed his own devotion to Mary, it all seemed a bit much.

This changed one day when, at my university, I saw some students handing out pamphlets for Marian consecration. The pamphlets were based on Father Michael E. Gaitley’s “33 Days to Morning Glory,” a book that was becoming very popular with Catholic young people. I don’t know why, but I picked up a pamphlet and then decided to do it.

I went through the consecration process very poorly. I was at a point in my life where I struggled with prayer and praying for 33 days in a row did not happen. I once had to make up a whole forgotten week of meditations and prayers. Still, I persevered, and managed -- one day late -- to say the consecration prayer.

And … nothing happened. The semester was ending, and it was time for finals. I stayed for the summer, taking classes and working part time, so there was a lot of downtime. I was able to take some advice given to me a long time ago and spend more time in prayer.

One day, I was in the campus chapel praying the rosary when I suddenly began to think about the prayers I was reciting, especially the words “blessed is the fruit of your womb.” As a young man, a woman’s pregnancy was and still is a wonder and a mystery to me. I can never know exactly what it is like to nourish and grow a person within me, but I do know it is a miracle and a blessing. What surprised me in that moment of prayer was the wonder and fact of Mary’s pregnancy, how she even more wondrously gave life to Christ. She received the body of Christ first in her womb; the body of Christ that we receive sacramentally at Mass was first nourished by Mary. I talked with a priest about this afterward, and he reminded me that Mary also received the Eucharist at Mass with the apostles and disciples of the early church. She never stopped receiving Christ’s body, even after being united to Jesus so closely. All of this deeply moved me, and I spent much time afterward contemplating this mystery.

This, I think, was the fruit of my first consecration to Mary. It was also certainly not the last gift I was given. That summer I managed, somehow, to pray and attend Mass almost every day. I picked up St. Louis de Montfort’s book "Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary" and learned more about Mary devotion. All in all, my life -- not just spiritually but in every respect -- greatly improved that summer, and all of it seemed to have happened because of my poorly carried out consecration.

Kyril Wolfe is an aspiring scholar of theology and a teacher who currently lives in Minnesota