For all of her virtue and bravery, I must confess it is not often I find myself envious of St. Joan of Arc’s fiery demise.
However, it’s never long into Finals Week before a little bonfire sounds appealing. At least it’d be less painful.
Indeed, college life is full of the bustling movement and constant reaching towards the promise of a future that lies just beyond one more passing grade. So, for all its charm, when the assignments begin to pile high enough to crush one’s spine, the refuge of adoration is a welcome one. As the door closes, there is peace to be found as the sacred silence washes over you.
I have always found it nice to sit down and look up at the loving gaze of the Eucharist’s undivided attention. Or perhaps, I’m simply noticing that for once He has mine. At times it might seem dull and repetitive. I doubt I am the first person to pinky promise not to sin again if I could just pass this next chemistry test. But in a week missed, the absence of this precious time is felt. Much like missing a study session, you don’t know how much you need it till it’s gone.
To me, these times alone with God have always been a date worth keeping. As life sweeps me away with all the stress of “becoming,” adoration provides a chance to just “be”.