What immediately came to mind when I read this prompt was Son Bathing. No, that wasn’t one of my usual typos.
I am thinking of Eucharistic Adoration. The contemplation of our Lord in the Most Blessed Sacrament. “This is my body, which I give for you,” and “If you do not eat my flesh, you will have no life in you.”
A specific session of Son Bathing stays with me. It was at Our Lady of the Angels Monastery.
After sitting in the the adoration chapel for two, or three hours, visiting with the Lord, time had altered, somehow. The long visit seemed to last only a half of an hour, or so, as if visiting a place of no time or space. The physical body resting here in the corporeal world, and the spirit, in the world to which it belonged, outside of time.
The remarkable experience was savored on the walk up, the hill, to the parking lot. The air above the monastery grounds became filled with the beautiful songs of the Heavenly adoration. The singing in a language not recognizable as any from Earth, not in our sense of language, more like musical tones. The tall pine trees seemed to be filled with it.
The car door closed, the engine started, and the beautiful singing was gone. A parting gift from a visit with the Lord of All Creation.
I often reflect on a story of a church janitor, told by Fr. Benedict Groeschel. The janitor, an old black man, told him of his experience at Eucharistic Adoration; He said, “Sometimes I just sits, and looks at him, and he just looks back at me.” That is the supernatural faith, of a simple man, a free gift from God.
People may doubt, and theologians may argue, but in the end, it is all about that kind of faith.
