The Gaze {Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament]

The Gaze

07/13/05

I do a weekly adoration hour. If you are familiar with the devotion of Eucharistic Adoration, skip the next paragraph. If not, allow me to explain.


In formal settings, when a Catholic church sets up a weekly or daily schedule of Adoration or “Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament,” volunteers (like me) sign up to pray during a designated hour. The Blessed Sacrament, meaning the large consecrated Host that a priest elevates during Mass, is “exposed” or “revealed” in a monstrance — usually an ornate vessel that displays the Host on an altar. Catholics believe in the True Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist. When we sit, stand or kneel before the Blessed Host consecrated at Mass we are doing so before Jesus Himself. Jesus is there completely in His Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity under the appearance of bread. You can pray and have your own adoration hour any time before the tabernacle in a Catholic church, as Jesus is truly present in the Hosts that are kept in the tabernacle. But it is especially moving to attend a holy hour, or to spend even a few minutes before the Blessed Sacrament, when Jesus in the Host is exposed in the monstrance. To be honest, I can’t remember when I first prayed before the Blessed Sacrament in this way. But I can tell you when it started to make sense. I was in my late twenties. I was a new mom. I was stressed out. I needed time to pray — not to mention quiet. I was not used to the long hours that a mom puts in. I was unaccustomed to sacrificing my “old prayer life” — the luxury of long quiet times to be with Jesus, and time to meditate on the Scriptures — to the disruptions of this new lifestyle. (Veteran mothers will note that I had a lot to learn!) Frankly, I was not used to dying to self. Two spiritual lifeboats kept me from sinking when motherhood overwhelmed me: making time to attend Eucharistic Adoration, and praying the rosary by myself and with others. A friend invited me to the weekly parish prayer group. Hours before the prayer group met, the church was open for silent Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. One night, I knelt down in the pew, settled my attention on the monstrance, and I saw His face. Not literally, but in my mind’s eye. Maybe I should say I knew in a powerful way that Jesus there, focused on me. I saw Jesus looking at me with deep, deep love that reached into the hidden places in my soul. His gaze took my breath away. And I realized that my heart rate was quickening, not in a disturbing way, but in a Song-of-Songs-here-is-the-lover-of-my-soul kind of way. The Gaze needed no words. I was known. By Him. I didn’t have to explain, petition, or make excuses. I could just “be.” And I gave Him my gaze. And there we were, exchanging gaze for gaze. Like lovers. Later on, I was struck by another reality. I had seen this Gaze before: in the eyes of my husband, in the face of my baby at the breast, in the countenance of a dear friend. The Gaze had been present to me in and through the beloved ones in my life. But now, before this altar, Jesus had me all to Himself. He was the lover and I was the beloved. Years later, when my husband accepted an out-of-state job transfer, we had a decision to make about where to purchase a home. While visiting the new state, we frequented a parish that offered Eucharistic Adoration on Thursdays. Before the move, I would to fly there on Thursdays to meet my husband who was already working in the new locale. We’d spend all day with the realtors then stop off at the local Catholic church to pray before the Blessed Sacrament. The Gaze was there, too. That church became our new home parish. That was ten years ago. Since that time, enough people in the parish have invested their lives in prayer so that Eucharistic Adoration isn’t just on Thursdays, but seven days a week now. So I do my weekly hour. And I know He is waiting for me. I even feel a little guilty when my family obligations take me away for a week, or if I’m there with a distracted mind. He understands. I pray at other times, at home, in the car, with family and friends, and when I write my journal. I pray through my day and at Mass. However, there’s something special about having that weekly private “appointment” with Jesus, to pray, to listen, to gaze. Last year I was fortunate to pray before the Blessed Sacrament in Assisi, Italy, home to St. Francis and St. Clare and the basilicas that were built to honor them. St. Francis has long been one of my spiritual heroes. I knew much less about St. Clare, but was drawn to know more about her when I returned home. I found something she wrote in her Second Letter to St. Agnes which has stayed with me, and taught me how to respond to the Gaze: "Gaze upon Him, Consider Him, Contemplate Him, As you desire to imitate Him".

Thank you Salvation. Our parish offers perpetual adoration in the chapel and it is indeed comforting and spiritually fulfilling. I need to do it regularly.

By the way, speaking of adoration for vocations, I know a young man named Ryan who is contemplating a vocation to the priesthood. If anyone reading this thread could pray for him, I'm sure it would help him discern what God intends for his life. Thanks! GG

If anyone reading this thread could pray for him, I'm sure it would help him discern what God intends for his life.

Will do, GG!

God bless your parents! That is love of the Blessed Sacrament and Jesus present in it!

** I think it really makes a palpable and positive difference when a parish truly centers around the Blessed Sacrament.**

Definitely. A couple who had been away for six months spoke tonight at a Faith Formation about the changes for the good that they see happening in our church. More reverence, more prayer...............their reasoning is our new priest.

**To tell you the truth I don't even know if my parish does it. I should look into it.**

Ask about it!

Prayers for Ryan right now and throughout the week. My son is also walking this road although he has been dating for the last six weeks.

Can you believe that we talked on the phone for over 40 minutes about the Catholicity in a marriage and how he could make sure it would be there??

I hung up the phone and cried tears of joy that he is even concerned about a true Catholic marriage! Please pray for him too.

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