This happened to me. Rather than go to a crowded mall or restaurant to escape the heat, I drove to church to sit in the cool, silent darkness. I thought there might be others there with the same idea, but I was alone, at this moment, except for the tabernacle which houses my Jesus, the Son of God, who once told His disciples that He had no place to lay His head.
I love being alone in church, just me and God. There are no distractions, only the quiet hum of the air conditioner as it kept the heated air outside from invading the silence of the church. I sat, alone, at the back. I felt the Spirit of God stirring my heart. I sat without speaking. I sat without praying. I felt peace.
As I looked at the Tabernacle, I heard a noise to the left of me, when someone else entered the dark and quiet church. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him genuflect and kneel before the Lord. He was dressed in his work clothes. I felt a little uneasy. My parish is located in the downtown area of our city. There would be no one to help if he became aggressive, but nothing did. In the silence of the church, I began to relax again. Two souls who never spoke with each other sat in church and prayed. In the quiet of this meeting, God opened Himself to us in the ways each of us needed. Quietly, without a word, my fellow traveler left quietly. I was alone in the cool church.
Why did this happen? I don't know.
What does it mean? I don't know.
Did this meeting impact the world? I don't know.
Is there more to this meeting? I don't know.
I just know that the meeting happened on a hot summer's day.
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