MYSTERY

A couple of weeks ago I had the honor and privilege of doing Adoration and Benediction. After incensing the Blessed sacrament in the monstrance, I sat in my usual spot. The smoke from the incense lay there like a light fog over the top of the altar. It did not rise or disappear; it just hung there. Our first night of stations of the cross, adoration followed immediately and I had just lit the burette and took the thurible to Father, thinking to myself, I hope this thing is hot enough for smoke. It was, and after I placed it on the stand, smoke billowed out of the thurible like a cloud in front of me. I thought, if this is our prayers rising to God, there must be alot of people praying. Then I thought of God leading the Jewish people from exile in the desert in a cloud. As I watched the smoke, it changed and traveled straight for the body of Christ in the monstrance, and I thought of Jesus, the great intercessor; prayers from us to Jesus to God. Thinking of these things that night made me happy. I could not stop smiling as tears of joy ran down my cheek, knowing God was truly present.