J.M.J.A.T.K.G
I lost Jesus once. Literally I lost Jesus, not in some spiritual sense, like physically lost Jesus.
I was the sacristan for a college retreat so I was in charge of arranging the Adoration Chapel- the place where Jesus was supposed to hang out during the retreat.
On the morning of the retreat I had successfully decorated the chapel. It was beautiful. But something was missing. I couldn't figure it out.
Fortunately the retreat leader's husband (and former seminarian) asked where the Blessed Sacrament was.
My heart sank.
The one thing I was in charge of...the most important part of the retreat...I didn't have a clue where the Blessed Sacrament was.
You see we had a Mass the night before the retreat so that we could pray together and for the priest to consecrate the Host for Adoration.
But where in the world did he put the Blessed Sacrament? I saw him consecrate the bread, I knew what it looked like but where was Jesus? I completely spaced out after Mass. Didn't even get a chance to talk with the priest.
The retreat couldn't start. Not without Jesus.
So I got into my car and went directly to the priest's office. And there he was, sitting in a chair without a care in the world joking with the secretary.
When I ran into the room he just looked up and calmly asked "what's wrong?"
"I lost Jesus!" I exclaimed.
"Umm what?" He asked.
"I can't find the Blessed Sacrament that we use for Adoration!" I said.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I put it in the retreat center's sacristy. Here's the key. I'll be there in a few." He said.
I left and sped back to the retreat center, unlocked the sacristy and finally was able to put the Blessed Sacrament in the monstrance.
The retreat started and was the best retreat I had ever been on.
I guess the moral of the story is: don't freak out when you lose Jesus. He's a lot closer than you think. You just have to ask where He is sometimes.
The End.
too true :)
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