One sunny Tuesday afternoon in January of this year, I was denied of a worldly whim. As I walked past the closed doors of a shop, my feet brought me to a place I did not plan to go to that day. But, for some unexplainable reason, the closer I got to this place, the more I got excited — eager to just hang out with my Best Friend.
When I reached the church gates, my shoulders slumped and my heart fell. The gates were closed.
How badly did I want to open them! Open this up! Please! PLEASE! That was all my mind could shout. I can see the Tabernacle from where I was, but it was not enough. I need to kneel close to Him.
I walked around the surrounds of the church, hoping for a loose lock. There was none.
With great sadness, I sat down. I might have given up entering the church but my spirit was strong.
I bowed my head down in prayer. Every word that came out through my lips expressed my yearning, longing, desperate need to be beside Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. Tears flowed and I kept sobbing but not out of physical sadness. My spirit was crying.
In the midst of sobs, my lips found its way into singing the words of my soul…
Here I am Lord, is it I Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if you lead me,
I will hold Your people in my heart.
I, the Lord of sea and sky,
I have heard My people cry
All who dwell in dark and sin,
My hand will save.
I who made the stars of night
I will make their darkness bright
Who will bear My light to them,
Whom shall I send?
I, the Lord of snow and rain
I have borne My people’s pain.
I have wept for love of them,
They turn away.
I will break their hearts of stone,
Give them hearts for love alone.
I will speak My words to them,
Whom shall I send?
