ONE HOUR?

“Don’t sign me up for adoration” I begged my wife. I don’t want to give up an hour of my precious time to sit in church trying to pray when I know I’m not any good at that. I can’t even say a decade of the rosary without loosing my place. I will never make it. Oh! No! Not every Friday? That’s too much of a commitment. I can’t do that every Friday. What if I have something important to do? “Well! OK” I relent, thinking to myself. I can’t afford to alienate the only woman I am allowed to have sex with. After all 4:00am is only an hour earlier that I normally get up anyway. This want be so bad. I’ll just sit here and see what God has to say to me. Maybe, I’ll stop thinking with my head and start thinking with my heart. Yea! I’ll try that.
What? It’s time to go? What happened to the 60 minutes of pure agony I was expecting? I rather enjoyed the time with Jesus. I am looking forward to next week. Doing nothing with Jesus is kinda fun.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for allowing me to spend time with You.
Thank you, Jesus, for giving me a wife who is a spiritual and moral compass, for surely without her I would loose my way.

Amen


3/6/2007