So, a week ago last Tuesday, my air conditioning was repaired — a little over four days after it went out. I met the repairman that day — he arrived a little earlier than the two to five o’clock time period I was given. Before three o’clock, he was done and advised me it would take a few hours to cool the house back down — it was indeed 96F in the house. I checked my vents and confirmed that cool air was creeping back in — I was still breaking out in a sweat. Too late to return to work and not really wanting to wander around shopping, it occurred to me — the Blessed Sacrament chapel in my parish — that’s a cool place.
I grabbed my Liturgy of the Hours, my rosary, and a couple of books. I made the short 6 mile trip — it was even cooler in my car. Once inside the chapel, I challenged myself to take my own advice. I had shared with a group that, to really listen for God’s voice, try going to adoration without anything in your hand. I decided to sit there quietly. I was reminded of another cool Jesus moment — literally cool. A few years ago, my Secular Franciscan fraternity was asked to assist with the Atlanta Steubenville Youth retreat. It was held at Georgia’s FHA camp and had a beautiful chapel on site. One of our fraternity volunteered to set up the adoration chapel and I volunteered to keep the sign-up sheet for guardians. The wee hours of morning from one-thirty to five were a little sketchy. I was assigned to sleep in a room on the floor with other volunteers. I was glad to have my air mattress — until I realized I’d forgotten the plug that would keep it inflated. I was having a fitful time — too warm and hard floor. I had seen that there were a couple of hours without a guardian. I grabbed up my pillow and sleeping bag and headed to the chapel. It was a blast of cold air like opening the freezer door — it was heaven. I curled up on a pew and tried my best — the idea is to be awake — I was never alone in the chapel. Another friend had joined me and there was usually one or two others. I did doze. Lightning never struck me for dozing but it was blissful and the dreams I had were for me alone.
I am reminded of this time as I sit here in the Blessed Sacrament chapel — waiting for my home to cool down. I sat silently and was spoken too — I did take notes so as not to forget. I joined Evening Prayer and then went home after being gone for three hours. My home was 86F and the humidity was gone. I was many times better than when I left.
All that to be reminded that Jesus is cool.