When a perfect storm strikes, sometimes you have to lean in beyond first instincts.
Guest Post by: Pat Gohn
All I wanted was a minute’s peace.
No, that’s not accurate. All I wanted was world peace, or something akin in my own little corner of it. At the very least, I wanted the noise in the church to go away. I wanted peace and quiet and escape from all that burdened me.
The Christmas season was ebbing away. I closed my eyes to pray after communion at Mass, to adore the Presence of Jesus in that moment. I attempted to pour out my heart, to break free from my troubles, to lean in and let him restore me with his holy food.
Instead I was remarkably distracted.
Normally, in prayer, I can tune out what’s around me. This day my concentration proved inadequate to the distractions.
The church seemed chaotic…
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