I used to sleep through Eucharistic Adoration. When I was a kid, my mom took us to “Holy Hour” every week. I knelt down, elbows resting on the back of the pew in front of me, hands clasped in praying form, propping up my head.
I tried to pray, but it was so calm and quiet, the incense was so heady, and I began drifting off to sleep.
So I sat down, and switched to reading whatever “holy book” I brought with me. Eyes… closing… can’t keep them… open…
Then I blinked, and it was time to go.
Yes mom, I will admit it now, I often slept through Adoration.Continue reading