For The Love of Solitude

 

It's strange how silence speaks. I was spending some time alone after Mass, quietly pondering or rather meditating over a book dedicated to The Blessed Sacrament. Two people came. 

The first came saying, " Father, I haven't made a confession in years. After I lost my mum, i thought if God couldn't preserve the nicest person in my life, why should I love God and I want to return to Him now. Would you hear my Confession? Every Sunday I see you silent, praying and meditating throughout the Mass and after." I comforted the lad and led him to the Priest. But what he said after that quite stuck with me. "It would be an honour to call you Father and receive Communion from your hands. I don't know why you aren't a Priest." While it was very comforting to hear, I smiled and shrugged it off. 

As I continued to pray, now the Rosary, in silence; a Passionist Priest comes and sits beside me, saying his prayers. And once he was done, he looked at me and said, "pardon me but I always see you during and after Mass, so quiet and ever praying, have you ever thought of being a Passionist Priest?" I didn't know what to say but we discussed a lot of spiritual things and he said, "son, not everyone is meant for the world, some are meant to rise above it, like a phoenix. And I believe you are too. Do give it a thought. And if you feel the Call, give me a call." I nodded, because I simply don't know what to think of it at the age of 34. 

But in all this, i learnt when we learn to stop talking, God doesn't does speak. Friends, prefer solitude, talk to God. He is all our drooping souls need.

Blessed Fifth Sunday of Eastern everyone. 💚🩵