Eucharistic Adoration Experiences

[b_justb]

I was hoping to get your ideas and experiences during Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament.

A couple of weeks ago I had a profound experience while in Adoration. I felt there was finally nothing between the Lord and I. I was not hiding behind anything, and He was clearly there. I want to say in front of me, but the experience had no perspective of physical dimension. He was all around me, through me; hard to explain. I don’t know how long I was there in that state. 20 minutes? An hour? It was physically and emotionally draining. I’ve been trying to put the experience into words every since and am just floundering.

Hope to hear from a lot of you.
Thanks,
-B.

 

[Rebecca_New]

How wonderful to hear about your experience. I am an adorer every Sat. am and I have had a few experiences that I hold dear and close to my heart. If people really understood the truth, there would not be a chapel big enough to hold the crowds. You are truly blessed to know the truth.

 

[Mike_R_1]

J.M.J. + O.B.T.

I have to say that the pilgrimage to the 2004 World Eucharistic Congress in Guadalajara, Mexico was the most memorable Eucharistic Adoration event

On the night of October 13th (my second son Joseph’s 4th birthday) after a most grueling bus trip that day from Corpus Christi, TX; an outdoor Mass that was literally jam packed and unreachable; a taxi cab trip that produced incredible anxiety for it seemed we “were being taken for a ride” for 30 minutes; two vomit episodes by my little boys who seemed to suffer from gas fume inhalation; being separated from our companions on the journey for three hours; and the fatigue of staying alert in late night cityscape, complete with a band of local anarchists within earshot…

We heard the thunderous roar roll in, the sound of love, joy and peace approaching from three blocks away, wave upon wave down the main boulevard. We ran to the sound of the procession as if attracted by a human magnet. As we weaved through a crowd of thousands, we ended up on a street corner right next to a beloved priest from our SOLT religious community, Fr. Gerry Sheehan. Wow…was that Providence.

Then Our Lord appeared in the midst of a human tide, golden radiance in an oversized monstrance that illumined the street with a Real Presence, that was almost palpable—a Light that was reflected on the faces of all those who made the long march from the Mass on the other side of town.

As we watched Jesus go by, we were so tired, and yet so filled with His grace that we stood there in awe until the tail of the procession had passed.

All I can say is that we were able to stay up til after 1 am to find our long lost bus, which was about a mile away and that we were spiritually recharged in a way that words cannot describe.

It was an ordeal for us of all, and yet it was an experience that we wouldn’t trade for the world.

It’s nice to know we can confidently say, It’s all true…the Catholic Faith, that is.

 

[Veritas41]

I’ve been going to adoration for almost 10 years. I haven’t had the kind of vivid experience you have described, but I always feel a peace and serenity in Christ’s presence. No matter how upset I may be when I come before the Lord, I always leave feeling better than when I arrived. Very often I don’t want to leave - I wish I could spend the whole day with Him before the Blessed Sacrament

 

[tptram]

peace and clear-headed when I am with Him.
I often bring my troubles and indecisiveness to Him.

Often, I came out knew exactly what to do/say.

Tak

 

[TOP]

I was hoping to get your ideas and experiences during Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament.

A couple of weeks ago I had a profound experience while in Adoration. I felt there was finally nothing between the Lord and I. I was not hiding behind anything, and He was clearly there. I want to say in front of me, but the experience had no perspective of physical dimension. He was all around me, through me; hard to explain. I don’t know how long I was there in that state. 20 minutes? An hour? It was physically and emotionally draining. I’ve been trying to put the experience into words every since and am just floundering.

Hope to hear from a lot of you.
Thanks,
-B.

Would you call it an ecstasy? I had that feeling in my living room on Easter eve 2005. I could only describe it as pure love and God, after the feeling of being purged. The purging experience was frightening and made me call out to God, then He came.
After this experience, I was frequently going to different Churches and talking with different Priest to try and get some answers and find my way back to the Church. One week the word Gloria kept coming up in my mind and in my environment. So I went to a Church in the town I work in and sat down in the pews to pray. I found a book they used in Mass in the back of the pew in front of me and I started to thump through it. On the first page was the some prayers including the Gloria, so I recited it outloud. I didn’t even finish the amen when one of the glass candles in the back of the Church exploded in pieces. It was very loud in the empty church and it made me jump up off my seat. This Church has a large set of buildings including the stations of the cross and a playground. For some reason I didn’t want to leave and I strolled around the grounds for a while. Then I found the adoration chapel on the side of the Church. I went in and didn’t really know what it was about. I was still unsure of the real presence in the Eucharist, but I didn’t what to leave. So I joined a couple of others who were already in there. This was the first time I ever seen a montrance before. I felt really odd and out of place. So I pick up a bible from the bookshelf and started to randomly open it to see if the Lord had anything to say to me. Every once in a while I would look at the design of the montrance and wonder why they would frost an image of Jesus in the glass. It was very faint, I was trying to figure out if it was laseretched or frosted. I stayed for a while , said a few prayers, then left for home. A few months later I went back and saw that the glass in the monstrance was clear. I really didn’t give it to much thought because I had so much other things happening in my spiritual life at the time. It has only been recently that I can appreciate what it was all about. I’ve been pretty hard headed about what the Lord has shown me. For some reason the Lord has been very kind and evident to me despite my failings. Thanks, Tim

 

[b_justb]

Thanks to all for your (name removed by moderator)ut, very nice! Hopefully there is more to come.

TOP:

Would you call it an ecstasy?

Tim, I don’t know for sure. I tend to think maybe not, but I could be wrong. The idea that kept going through my head was, “Why is it so hard?” “It” being my Christian walk. I started to cry and the more I tried to stifle that the more intense His presence I felt. Until there was no more “Why is it so hard,” and it was just Him being there and me being completely open to Him, nothing between us. Even as I write this I realize what a kook I sound like, I am just not able to put this whole thing into words very well at all. I’ve tried to write a poem about it but all I have is:

Adoration

Why is it so hard?

That certainly does convey what I want.

Thanks to all again, please keep them coming.

 

[jules11]

I just look at Jesus in the Monstrance and think, 'right there is the same person who was baptised, who hung on a cross and died for us, who was a baby in a manger and I go right through His life while I meditate on the mysteries of the Rosary. It really brings home the meaning of ‘Real Presence’ to me. Makes it so clear in my mind. I can only really take this in while looking at the Blessed Sacrament at Adoration.

 

[jrabs]

peace and clear-headed when I am with Him.
I often bring my troubles and indecisiveness to Him.

Often, I came out knew exactly what to do/say.

Tak

Yep - that is the experience I have also…
Although once I received a sense of complete love. It was so peaceful and calming.

 

[water]

Quite often I have light headed…I am not sure if ‘light headed’ are the correct words to describe it, but at those moments, I realize I can focus on praying more than any other time.

 

[maryj]

I have never discussed this experience with anyone, I will try.Even now I find it hard to explain, Some background. I come from a very large family, I am the youngest of 11. I lost my father when I was very young, so I guess I just always took care of what my mother needed. then I left home and got married and moved to another city. When our daughter was old enough to go to school I moved back to my home town. My mother was getting older and I felt as though I needed to be closer to her. I took up where I had left off, and continued to take care of what my mother needed, I guess I almost became her surogate spouse! I had fallen away from my faith somewhat, as the young often do. But my mother was always the constant “So what is it you do on Sundays that is more important than God?”. Long story short, returned to my faith through her persistance (I’m sure lots of Rosary’s too). Fast forward to last summer, She has multiple strokes. She goes through rehab and it is time for us to make a decision on whether she will go home to live or go to a nursing home. One thing keeps going through my mind, whenever she is asked by people why she had so many children her response was always the same " God gave them to us so we would always have someone to take care of us. You know, the whole honor your Mother and Father deal! So we took her home. 24/7 care mostly given by me, I became exhausted. Not many of my siblings saw the need to help mom or me. It came to the point where I didn’t think I could do it any longer, and maybe a little of I didn’t want to do it. I wanted my life back. So I went to my brothers and sisters and asked for more help, “our” decision was to put her in an assisted living facility. I was torn up inside, I knew she wanted to stay at home, but also knew I couldn’t do it by myself anymore, I was exhausted. I spent the day in tears, I just couldn’t figure out what to do. I find that in times like this I need to get some fresh air, so I jumped on my bike and went for a ride. Happens that my usual route takes me right past my church which has an adoration chapel, I found myself pulling over and stepping into the adoration chapel. I knelt down and started to cry, a complete sense of calm came over me, and heard this, and I mean heard, “Trust in Me” How’s that for an answer! I couldn’t do it by myself, I was exhausted “Trust in Me” , “I will help you”. How can we do anything without Jesus? Mom still lives at home, I have been shown the resources and been given the strength to continue on with His help. How could I have not known? Sacred Heart of Jesus, I trust in You. Amen

 

[tptram]

maryj, you touched my heart.
May Jesus bless you and give you strength to help Him carry the cross.

Tak

 

[InLight247]

Maryj:

Thank you for sharing the story.

Praise the Lord!!

 

[cecilia97]

I found myself pulling over and stepping into the adoration chapel. I knelt down and started to cry, a complete sense of calm came over me, and heard this, and I mean heard, “Trust in Me” How’s that for an answer! I couldn’t do it by myself, I was exhausted “Trust in Me” , “I will help you”. How can we do anything without Jesus? Mom still lives at home, I have been shown the resources and been given the strength to continue on with His help. How could I have not known? Sacred Heart of Jesus, I trust in You. Amen

Maryj,

I have heard the same words! During the failure of my marriage last year I had been going to the local monastary for Adoration as often as possible. Usually I would say my rosary, pray on a specific topic, get some peace, and go home feeling better.

I had been away from confession for 15 years.

One visit, I was so distraught over the divorce, the sale of my home, my upcoming move away from friends and moving my business, threats from my husband…so many thing that I could not form a prayer or thought. I just knealt and told God I couldn’t handle it and didn’t know what to do. I sobbed and sobbed. Then I heard “TRUST IN ME”. My head snapped up, I thought someone was in the chapel with me.

If that is the only answer one ever gets to a prayer, it is enough.

Shortly after I was able to trust God enough to go back to full communion with the Church through confession…I couldn’t have done that by myself. My life is totally different now and on the outside it might appear I’ve lost a lot of people and “things”…but I am really happy for the first time in years.

 

[maryj]

Quote cecelia97

One visit, I was so distraught over the divorce, the sale of my home, my upcoming move away from friends and moving my business, threats from my husband…so many thing that I could not form a prayer or thought. I just knealt and told God I couldn’t handle it and didn’t know what to do. I sobbed and sobbed. Then I heard “TRUST IN ME”. My head snapped up, I thought someone was in the chapel with me.

You make me smile, And for all those who don’t believe…There was SOMEONE in that chapel with you! Praise God, it is only through Him that all this is done.

How shall I make a return to the Lord
for all the good He has done for me?

The cup of Salvation I will take up,
and I will call upon
the name of the Lord Psalm 116: 12-13

 

[cecilia97]

And for all those who don’t believe…There was SOMEONE in that chapel with you! Praise God, it is only through Him that all this is done.

How shall I make a return to the Lord
for all the good He has done for me?

The cup of Salvation I will take up,
and I will call upon
the name of the Lord Psalm 116: 12-13

 

[BlyssfulDreamer]

I started to cry and the more I tried to stifle that the more intense His presence I felt. Until there was no more “Why is it so hard,” and it was just Him being there and me being completely open to Him, nothing between us. Even as I write this I realize what a kook I sound like, I am just not able to put this whole thing into words very well at all. I’ve tried to write a poem about it but all I have is:
.

I felt the same way you probably did after receiving the Eucharist after 30+ years away from the church. I went to my pew and just started crying. Not many people at that Mass…but they never even paid me any mind.

When I go to Adoration, I feel like I am at peace and in the midst of a dearly loved friend. I go every week when it is held and I wish it was more that they would do that. It is hard to put into words the feelings.

:heart:Blyss