Turn to me and be safe, all you ends of the earth, for I am God; there is no other! Isaiah 45:22
We all want to feel safe. Safety is comfort, a feeling of joy. It exists for a baby in the arms of its mother. For a wife, in the arms of her spouse. I cannot sleep when my husband is away. I don’t feel safe. His presence leaves me more secure than any home alarm system ever could.
Safety is feeling secure, but it is also liberation and freedom. This freedom exists in living away from the external. This degree of safety exists in the spiritual. The inside of a church. The confines of the chapel. The conversation that exists between us and God before the sun comes up. This safety is other worldly, no use of words, unspoken
divine outstretched arm
When I was looking for safety, I found myself drawn to the adoration chapel. I wasn’t a Catholic, didn’t know any either. I had been searching for a year for a chapel that I could pray in. One that was open, away from the world. The feeling would not leave me. Like the hound of heaven, it pursued me, all the way into a chapel at St. Gregory’s in the midst of Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament.
I had no idea what I was looking at. My friend who had taken me there wanted me to experience it without telling me what it was. He pointed to everything else around the chapel and explained it.
These are the stations of the cross, that’s holy water, he whispered
What’s that? I asked
Go see. Just kneel and look and then tell me what you see.
I was afraid but I went. I got down on the kneeler and stared into the gold monstrance. It was strangely peaceful and intoxicating all at the same time. I didn’t know what it was, so I stayed a bit longer just looking. Then I went back to the pew where I was sitting.
He leaned over and whispered, That’s Jesus
He went on to tell me about the presence of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. I just listened.
The next day on my lunch break, I snuck out on my own to go see Jesus. I did the same thing that I had done the day before. I looked, I faced Him. I was safe there.
I didn’t feel or experience anything spectacular in that chapel like a bolt of lightning or the appearance of the Blessed Mother. But somehow I came out changed. I got in my car and started driving away. And that’s when the lightning bolt came, I had carried Him with me.
I looked up, and like the Apostle Paul, I saw a flash of light. And a voice rang down from heaven. Melissa, it’s time to come home.
And that was my entry into the Catholic Church.
Have you experienced miracles at Adoration? Where do you feel most safe? Are you seeking comfort and solace in ungodly places or are you running to the savior for answers?
Don’t avoid Him any longer. He is waiting for you. Instead of a social gathering today, why not gather in a chapel. He is there truly present. He is waiting for you.