I'm a newbie to Adoration. I did not discover Adoration on my own but
the Holy Spirit really had to patiently show
me several times before I caught on. It
all began about 6 years ago and this is my journey.
The first time: I found myself at the Adoration Mass one day and had no idea why no one was leaving. It was very awkward for me—so I did what I do best—I asked a question. The Grandma next to me assured me that I could leave.
The second time: Then a few months later I was at an evening
Mass and they had the end of Adoration
processional back to the tabernacle and I thought that was so beautiful--but
again had no idea what was going on. I
was so in this moment of following Jesus—that I forgot to ask any questions.
The third time: My son who was in 1st grade was paired with
an 8th grade buddy and the Mom quickly became my mentor. She was an awesome spirit/faith
filled knowledgeable catholic woman who I admired very much and felt like I hit
the jackpot. She was not the “fancy mom” but rather the soft spoken and just
seemed to be filled with grace and joy. I knew that she
would know about Adoration so I asked her--and she gave me the scoop. She said
that she went each week and it gave her peace and grace to carry on with her
busy life with 4 kids.
I am not a fancy mom nor am I soft
spoken but I knew that I really wanted to be as joyful, and just as
authentically happy as she was. I had 4
kids technically under 5 I felt authentically tired.
Well, since I wanted to be like her
I thought Adoration was the next logical step in my walk with the Lord. But I
had no idea how it would change me.
I asked her if she would teach the
kids and me about Adoration and she was so happy that she could bring a whole new family
to Jesus in this way. Ding Ding that bell went off in my head about
the actual presence of Jesus.
The fourth time: The next week we met after
school on Thursday
and she explained to the kids how going into adoration was spending time with
Jesus. Sort of like a playdate. It was a
special time.
So we went in and I didn't really
know what to do and the kids didn't know what to do so we just sat silently and
felt the presence of the Lord.
I didn't feel different. I didn't
feel grace filled. I didn't feel overwhelming joy. I was hot and hungry and so
was my baby.
The fifth time: The next week I went in the morning again and
the
homily was about seeing Jesus in everyone
we meet. I thought that I can't possibly do that--I'm too cynical, to see Jesus
would mean that I would need to stop and look at people in the eye and actually
care. I would need to stop imposing my approval system on them.
So I started by looking at the
people in the chapel. Really looking at the people in the chapel. Then one of
the Grandmas whispered to me--"I'm praying for you" and I thought
WOW--someone is praying for me! So I said "I'll pray for you too!"
and I actually did it--and I felt Jesus in a new way.
Now I truly see Jesus in my kids their teachers, the clerk at
Dominicks, and the lady who cuts me off in traffic. I see how Jesus really is the branch and I’m
really a vine of opportunity in the world to make a difference.
During that first year of Adoration
with my kids 5, 3 year old, 1 and newborn--I took my kids to
Jesus. We knelt at the altar. Sometimes for 2 minutes sometimes for much
longer. Each week I would explain that we were going to see Jesus. They drew
pictures (I bought special coloring books), brought flowers, they wrote out
notes to Jesus, I would let them draw pictures while we were there. I let them
look at the children's bible, or play with a rosary or string beads to make a
rosary. If they didn't want to go in--they had the option to sit on the steps
outside the chapel. I never forced them to go.
Now we go to Adoration often without
drama. We go on vacation and have visited some beautiful chapels. The kids are
quiet and more often than not actually prayerful. Each one of my kids has their
own way of being with Jesus. Some sit,
stand or just lay at the altar.
I REMINDED them that Adoration was
like a playdate with Jesus. How do you prepare to spend time with a friend? Do you dress up? Do you make a plan of things to talk about? Do
you plan an activity? How would we plan
time with our own friends?
Adoration
is a way for kids to experience and be part of the Eucharist long before their
first communion.
This past week it was so beautiful
to see Mrs. Marciniak be the Eucharist Minister and so mindfully give the body of
Christ to the kids—the kids were looked like they were going to explode as they
walked up the aisle and afterwards. That
excitement, yet reverence should
be what it is like for us—however long ago we made our 1st
communion. I just wanted to tap into
that moment and tell the kids that they can ALWAYS have that feeling.
I think of Adoration is like the
biggest “Redo” that
we can give ourselves. When we have kids
do the “redo” it is usually for just one thing—not a whole day of
blunders. I tell me kids to focus just
on one thing if they struggle with an idea to take to Jesus before we go to
Adoration.
Jesus meets us where we are. He
meets me in a different place than where he meets you.
We all have common threads through
our lives--we are all children, we all have parents, we are all loved by Jesus,
we have a God who has given us a purpose for our lives we all have so many Gifts, we are all invited to
spend time with Jesus.
We have all had joys and heartache.
We are all very much alike on
different levels.
Jesus sees us for who we are. He really sees the good the bad and the ugly
stuff and wants to help us. He wants
to hear our joys, our troubles, so we can give thanks and praise for
everything-- including the hard days.
As we become more honest with Jesus
(and ourselves), more transparent, more authentic, more intentional, as we peel
away the layers that cover our hearts, anger, heartache, disappointment, despair,
cynicism, hatred, intolerance, as we clear away all that clutter
Jesus will fill our hearts and minds
with what we need at this moment and prepare us for the next. Each time we come to him he has the
opportunity to work in our lives.
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