Since I am off work at the moment I managed to get up to Church for an hour in front of the Blessed Sacrament yesterday, a rare treat I always seem to be too busy.... On entering the Church there were two other people praying. This pleases me so much, most Churches I enter these days are empty. This one always has people praying some of them for several hours. One or two seem virtually to live there. Amazing. The silence is a joy . You could hear a pin drop. I love old Churches like this, the beautiful grains of old wood, the smell of polish, the lights of the stained glass, the burning candles , the beautiful carpets... A little old lady was out doing the flower arrangements, using Black Eyed Susans of all things. Making so much of an effort. The priest was at his kneeler doing office. A feeling of being part of a Catholic family.. of coming home. My mind darts about like a flock of crazy birds, here and there. I keep summoning them back to God and off they goo again. A feeling often of failure, but when I leave the Church, heart on fire I know there has been a little Resurrection in my soul.
