tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post7424170849007550360..comments2024-03-25T11:09:41.538-04:00Comments on a minor friar blog: Pro-TectedBrother Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780326836452864455noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-67110490866670883362010-10-06T14:17:08.437-04:002010-10-06T14:17:08.437-04:00Excellent advice!
In my parish I always feel enco...Excellent advice!<br /><br />In my parish I always feel encouraged to see others showing signs of reverence. That kind of thing is catching.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06624317806947588259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-77295930040140257072010-10-06T12:53:28.678-04:002010-10-06T12:53:28.678-04:00That is what first drew me to discern the religiou...That is what first drew me to discern the religious life, the desire of living under the same roof as the Blessed Sacrament. <br /><br />I remember it was a few months after I first began practicing the Faith (I had been baptized and received first Communion as a child, but not much else). I was going to daily Mass at college and always tried to arrive early to pray. At first it was just five minutes early, then fifteen, twenty... Soon enough I was making it a point to arrive at the chapel ninety minutes before Mass each day to pray, no matter how tired I was or how dry prayer was. And still every day when I was preparing to leave the chapel after making my thanksgiving after Mass, my mind would linger on why I was leaving the presence of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. <br /><br />That's when I realized that maybe something was up. :)Julianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-55440825747446280502010-10-06T12:21:48.929-04:002010-10-06T12:21:48.929-04:00One of my fondest memories from Rachel's Viney...One of my fondest memories from Rachel's Vineyard occurred on Saturday night. I went to bed that evening and couldn't fall asleep with everything spinning around in my mind. So at one o'clock in the morning, while everyone else was asleep, I departed my room in my pajamas and just sat down on the floor at the foot of the cross in the chapel. There was solace there alone in the dark emptiness of the chapel. I don't know how long I sat there, but I eventually fell asleep and woke up at peace that morning. There is a part of me that envies a priest's ability to meander into a dark, desolate church and just be alone to camp out with God. You can always find a bar open at one o'clock in the morning, but the Church's doors are locked in fear of vandalism and looters.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-81656672510391566452010-10-06T09:20:38.585-04:002010-10-06T09:20:38.585-04:00To live under the same roof as the Blessed Sacrame...To live under the same roof as the Blessed Sacrament...<br />I have that privilege whenever I am on retreat or working as a team member on our Rachel's Vineyard retreats. I always sleep better during those privileged and blessed days!<br />God Bless!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15124468084334204166noreply@blogger.com