Dec 1, 2018
It was just one of those days. I found myself sitting at my desk, overwhelmed with work and deadlines and decisions to be made, deep concerns over loved ones seriously ill. I love my work and my life, but it was just piling so high. I needed to go walk in the desert with Jesus a while.
I got in my car and drove to a favorite adoration chapel not too far from my office. In the basement of a church, it’s always reminded me a touch of the catacombs and I thought it would be the perfect place to go hide with the Lord. I tried one door, and then another, but it was closed due to a special event. I got back in my car and made a Plan B: I would drive to a country church I knew with an adoration chapel. I hopped on the highway and prayed, “Lord, I just need to bury myself in your stillness. Let me find you in the desert!”
On the way, I had a vague recollection of another church nearby that I was sure had perpetual adoration, though I had not stepped foot in it in many years. At the last possible second, I turned off of the highway and wound through the quiet neighborhood streets looking for a steeple until I found it. I entered and realized it had been renovated and reoriented, and I couldn’t find the chapel. A church secretary told me I had to go back out around the building and enter from the street. She gave me the code to the door.
I’d barely finished punching it in before I opened the door and fell to my knees in relief. Finally, my Jesus. I felt myself beginning to disappear.
But then there was a man sitting toward the back of the chapel that kept looking at me, watching me as I settled in. I could tell, he had that “are you a sub?” question on his face. As he readied to leave, he quietly inquired.