Every Wednesday from 7 pm to 8 pm, I do a Holy Hour, which is also called Eucharistic Adoration, in the Chapel at St. Mary Magdalen Church. It is an hour of prayer and worship. They try to have two people in the chapel at all times. On Wednesday, it is me and another lady, but sometimes other people come in to worship. Tonight a man came in to worship with us.
It is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. As I am praying the rosary, I hear a heavy sigh and what I believe to be a hiccup, coming from the man. I do not look in his direction because it sounds to me like he is sobbing. I start praying fervently for this man to be relieved of all of his pain and suffering because obviously if he is going to let out a sob, it must be truly painful, whatever he is enduring.
A few minutes later, I venture a look in his direction, and it took everything within my power not to laugh at my piousness, because this man obviously had fallen asleep and let out a few snores, which I interpreted and heard as sobs.
I almost lost it! And then I smiled and silently thanked God for another journal entry.