Adoration Chapel

A moment is really made up of a whole lot of moments. Perchance, you see a person sitting before you, just staring at the nothingness before her.


Don't you find yourself wondering what actually led this person to this moment? Don't you also think that this person just might be wondering why you are here, in this isolated corner of the world where she actually hoped to be alone. You were irritated to find her there but had you not considered that she may also be irked to find you in the same place?

You two are currently at an axis where both your moments led you.It was a shared moment in a life of moments. A moment if rejection led her there, a moment of sadness led you there.

Why not strike up a conversation? But then, you wonder, maybe she would not want to be disturbed and then, do I really want to disturb myself enough to disturb her silence?So, you two keep quiet, together in that moment, in that isolated moment that a whole lot of moments led you to.

The time for you to leave comes, and you stand. But you hesitate and turn to her. You don't exactly know what moments led her here but you drop a prayer to the One who can hear, the One who knows, the One who sees our moments as if they were imprinted on rolls and rolls of films before Him: Bless her, Lord.

She looks up and smiles at you and you smile too.

It was just a moment, just a smile. But in it were the whole moments of your life.