...in a quiet moment

Published on 24 Mar 2016

I was a (not very well-behaved) fifth former at my Jesuit boarding school. In those days we had exposition of the Sacrament for an hour after supper, ending with Benediction at 9.00pm. For reasons that I cannot now explain, that year I felt a strong impulse to attend this devotion for the full hour each evening. Almost no one else was there, and each evening the time went by rapidly. It is impossible to say whether anything happened; but it was something that I had to do. Over half a century later I am glad that I did it. God was there, quietly speaking.