I was at mass today and this evening I went to adoration and benediction. I considered on the way to adoration that I had been to mass today and this adoration was all pretty pointless.
But Mass is offering to God the Father, and adoration is adoring God the Son. I never thought about adoration in that context before tonight. I guess I never gave it much thought at all. After my time recently before a mere image of God the Son, ( see previous post) here I was actually not only going to be in His presence but to behold.
We are in his presence at each and every mass, indeed in a special way every time we are before Him in the tabernacle, but this is a time for a more intimate contemplation.
When I kneel praying in Church with my head bowed, I often picture that Jesus comes up to me and rests His hand on the back of my head. I sometimes feel in my heart as if He does.
If it were to happen I imagine He would say nothing. I know I would say nothing. Nothing would need to be said. He knows what I am. I know what He is. He knows I know.
Benediction is close to this I suppose.