No new words, just silence. A calm. An eternity. A fatherly gaze of understanding—nothing so definite as that, just warmth. Less than that.
It was my intellect that told me He is
in that monstrance and all His attention is on me. Knowing that enables me to
feel it. A powerful whisper. Then a wordless sense of all the Scripture
passages that move me, gathered together in His gaze.
How many mistakenly come to ask Jesus for guidance and hear nothing because they have not heard what He has said already in scripture. “We played the flute and you did not dance; we sang a dirge and you did not mourn,” and again, “If you had believed Moses, you would believe me now.”
How to encourage a hard heart to hear and to love? Maybe some do not want to hear because they want only a relationship with God on their terms. Can we accept a relationship with Him on His terms?
If He seems silent, let us have ready at hand his very words of love, encouragement, and hope—ancient words in scripture that he speaks to us now—he who is outside of time.
(Mrs. Rose Folsom, OP, Pius V Fraternity, Cantonville,
MD, excerpted from Godhead Here in Hiding Whom I Do Adore - Lay Dominicans Reflect on Eucharistic Adoration)
