I enter the sanctuary of Our Lady of Peace Church and my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights as the only illumination comes from candles on the altar and their glowing reflection in the monstrance holding the Blessed Sacrament.
My friend and I had come to join the Mary and Martha’s quarterly meeting which started with an hour of Adoration.
I took my seat in one of the pews, knelt, and surreptitiously glanced around the sanctuary. In the gloaming, I could see thirty other women kneeling like sentinels in silent prayer.
Over the course of the hour, we would remain in contemplative silence.
As I slipped in and out of my prayers and wandering thoughts, I considered how pleased God must be when he sees us gathered in the simple and divine act of Adoration.
But in fact, women are highly esteemed in God’s sight not matter where we are.
We only look at the life of Jesus Christ to understand how dearly he cherishes every woman.
In the Gospel of Saint John, a group of men bring a woman caught i…
The precocious toddler’s interest in talking to her mother
grew in insistence as the gathered group settled in for an hour of silent
prayer. Shushing didn’t work, so the mother led her child into an adjoining room
where she would still be part of the sanctuary, but sound would be dampened. Despite
the closed door and heavy glass walls, the child’s fervent desire to speak with
her mother was still audible.
I said a prayer for the patient mother determined to stay, and
for the child who was either tired or hungry or impatient for Mom’s undivided
attention. And then tried to bring my wandering thoughts back to prayer. I had
come to Adoration with my own pressing need for answers.
Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed a growing emptiness in
my heart. A void, as if something is missing. It’s not psychological. Not
physical. After doing an internal check, I determined it’s a spiritual void
that I’m experiencing.
No, I’m not doubting God, his existence or goodness. I have
full confidence in…
I am counting the
days until I fly to Fort Lauderdale to see Mom for Christmas. Yes, I speak with
her every day, sometimes twice a day. But as you know, phone calls just aren’t
the same as being with someone you love. I look forward to seeing Mom’s smile,
to holding her hand, to going for a drive along the beach with her. Spending
time in the presence of someone we love enriches our relationship with them. I believe the love I
feel for Mom, is a sliver of what God feels for each of us. I believe God longs
to share that love with us. Which is why we are called to spend time in God’s presence
daily. We experience God’s presence when we meet him in our prayers, in church,
and hopefully in one another. If I could make one wish for each of us, it would
be that at some point during the next four weeks of Advent we would experience
how much Jesus loves us.