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Hipster_Doofus
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After mass I went to adoration today for the first time in a long time, my church having recently added on a new wing that includes a perpetual adoration chapel. I noticed that some people stayed awhile, and some just ducked in, prayed a bit, then left. But I was impressed with the size of the crowd.
I had shifted sideways in my chair and was reading a prayer, when I saw a woman arrive in the lobby outside the chapel. She signed in while her son went in ahead of her. The kid was maybe 10 years old, maybe slightly younger. He was actually dressed for church–none of that flip-flops and t-shirt jazz, like he was going to a volleyball game afterwards.
So the kid came into the chapel, sank to his knees, and totally prostrated himself in front of the Host. His mom was still signing in. I was amazed to see such genuine reverence and seriousness in a child that age. It was so beautiful I burst into tears.

I had shifted sideways in my chair and was reading a prayer, when I saw a woman arrive in the lobby outside the chapel. She signed in while her son went in ahead of her. The kid was maybe 10 years old, maybe slightly younger. He was actually dressed for church–none of that flip-flops and t-shirt jazz, like he was going to a volleyball game afterwards.
So the kid came into the chapel, sank to his knees, and totally prostrated himself in front of the Host. His mom was still signing in. I was amazed to see such genuine reverence and seriousness in a child that age. It was so beautiful I burst into tears.