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A 24 Hour Adoration:  "BEHOLD, THE BRIDEGROOM!  GO FORTH TO MEET HIM"  

2/21/2016

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The story you are about to read is true. Only the names have been omitted to offer anonymity.  Not everyone who attends a 24 Adoration can expect to experience what is described below, but remember this:  If one doesn’t place oneself before the Most Blessed Sacrament (in most cases, exposed), one may never get to experience Our Lord at work in such a poignant way.  

So…
come closer.  Let me tell you the things that I had witnessed....
They gathered in the dark of early morning hours, like co-conspirators: the young, the old, the lame and the nearly insane.  The church was quiet and filled with a golden light cast from a grouping of candles that surrounded the solar monstrance,  the vessel intended to house Our Lord for the exposition of the Blessed Sacrament.   Pillars of light,  kept vigil with Him through afternoon, evening and into night.  And like good sentinels, these candles, dared not weary,  dared not turn away from their assigned task and extinguish themselves.  Our Lord would not ever have said to them:  “So, could you not watch with me one hour?”  These candles glowed triumphantly!

At the entrance of the church one man said:  “Maybe He will show Himself to us tonight.”  His companion, standing close by, nodded carelessly in agreement.   She had never been in a church at this hour and there were things she did not understand.

They passed a Latin woman who had sat vigil since the Adoration began and she was now well into twelve hours of silent prayer.  As they approached her, the woman did not falter, she did not turn from her whispered invocations. She did not care that anyone else had come to sit with Christ.   Her veneration was enough…it was something between her and her Lord.
 
The two passed by a family that had come to worship together. Sleep filled the  teenagers’ eyes, but their mother’s gaze was pointed with determination. 
 
The two newcomers knelt as close to the altar as was allowed and bowed
their heads, reverently, as the melody of How Great Thou Art  moved along the
walls of that hallowed place, like swirls of light.  They had prepared, they had waited, they had sacrificed;  and now they were there with their Lord.
 
Would He come and show Himself to them?
 
Suddenly, a man’s guttural voice, filled with sorrow, broke through the
trance of late hour, the hypnotic music  and the solemn posture of the faithful:
                           “Oh my God”, he began,   “I am heartily sorry
                            for having offended thee and I detest all my sins….”
 
Another woman raised her perfect voice in agreement and prayed with him:              
                           “…but most of all because they offend you,
                             my God, who are all good….” 
 
The man began to weep as strange voices joined his contrition. Their unity,
a force that raised the man’s tear stained words higher and higher into dark apex of the church, had the strength of many.  He pleaded the rest: 
                               “… and deserving all my love.
                                 I firmly resolve, with the help of your grace….” 
  
The small congregation sat for a long time, silently recovering from witnessing the pain and awe the man had shared.  Then he began again: 
                                “Our Father who art in Heaven….” 

The 7 people, who sat silently in Adoration,  picked up his words and carried them in the baskets of their hearts to the altar.  This was faith!  When the prayer was completed, the Sorrowful Man, having the authority given to one who carried Christ’s cross on his crippled back all his life
requested: 
               “Jesus show yourself to us.  Come and
                  sit with us.  Jesus, show yourself.” 
 
He wrestled free from the arms of his aged, black leather biker jacket
and called out again:
                 “Jesus, show yourself to us! 
                   Please, please…please.”
 
Then his words fell away, like a stone in a deep well and only his careless companion could hear the sound of his labored breath mingling with the “p”…“l”…“z” of his desires.  For a long time only a hymn, vaguely recognizable, could be heard in the church until the Sorrowful Man began his contrition again:
                       “Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry.…  Please.
                         Please. Please.”
 
 And then the perfect voice of a woman who had moved into the shadows away from the struggling man and his despair spoke:

                            “Be still…and know that I Am.”   

The command restored peace to all.  They sat together for a long time there after… grateful and listened hard for another chance to hear Christ’s voice.    
 

5 Comments
jackie white
2/21/2016 02:44:47 pm

Evelyn,

A beautiful true story.

Be still and know that I am God. ( Psalm 46:10)

You are correct. We will not all experience the same thing when we spend time in adoration in front of the exposed Blessed Sacrament.

My time in adoration is just to be there with my Beloved Christ. It matters not what I feel. What matters is that He is number one in my life and I want to be there keeping Him company.

So many things distract us from this great reality of His presence that when we can make the time to be there with Him, we will not leave the same way we came in to His Sacred Presence. He will fill us like nothing else can fill us. That I know from my personal experience.

Why not make the effort to spend time in prayer for an hour or more?




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Louise
2/22/2016 07:44:53 pm

And yet we have to come down from the mountain top and like Peter forget what we experienced....
And deny that we know HIM....
But like Peter, He continues to love us inspite of all our failings....Lord forgive me for forgetting how much you love me.....

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Evelyn Augusto link
2/22/2016 08:27:00 pm

What a truly beautiful response! Thank you Louise

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Dennis
3/6/2016 04:18:23 pm

I believe Christ does show himself, in the same certainty He showed St. Paul, to others. I believe Christ took Martin Luther King to the mountain top and showed him what was to be. I believe he will visit us if we can just open that door He is knocking on and become who He wants us to be.

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Evelyn Augusto
3/6/2016 09:27:50 pm

I love that. What a beautiful response. Glad you are back home with us?

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