Upon coming home this night, and reading so many horrible, demonic comments left about these last few posts, I felt it would be a good time for some reposts, to hopefully touch anyone who will open their heart. For those who are tired of searching for emptiness. As St. Augustine said, "O Lord, our heart is restless until it rests in thee..."
1) A recent, grieving, Protestant widow in a foreign country saw a [Eucharist] procession outside her window. In her overwhelming grief she wrote to her sister-in-law (Protestant as well), "How happy would we be, [if we] believed what these dear souls believe: that they possess God the [Eucharist], and that He remains in their churches and is to them when they are sick! … The other day, in a moment of excessive distress, I fell on my knees without thinking when the [Eucharist] passed by, and cried in an agony to God to bless me, if He was there-that my whole soul desired only Him."
The grieving widow was Elizabeth Ann Seton, who later became the first American to be canonized a saint. Faith is a journey.
2) Here is one of St. Jean Vianney's favorite stories that he would often tell in his homilies on the power of attending Eucharistic Adoration:
"A few years ago there died a man who belonged to this parish. Upon entering the church in the morning to pray before setting out for the fields, he left his work tools at the door and then became wholly lost in the presence of God while praying before the [exhibited Eucharist]. A neighbor who worked close to him, and thus used to see him in the fields, worried at his unusual absence. On his way home he found the missing man’s tools outside the church, then entered the church to see if the missing man was ill inside. He did find him in the church. The man had been praying in front of the [Eucharist] all day. His friend in disbelief that he had missed his whole day asked him, “What have you been doing here all day?” The missing man replied, “I have been looking deeply into the good God’s face and He has been looking deeply into mine.”