On the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes: A Reflection from Archbishop Fulton. J. Sheen

The Holy Hour

I s it difficult? Sometimes it seemed to be hard; it might mean having to forgo a social engagement, or rise an hour earlier, but on the whole it has never been a burden, only a joy.
I do not mean to say that all the Holy Hours have been edifying, as for example, the one in the church of St. Roch in Paris.
I entered the church about three o’clock in the afternoon, knowing that I had to catch a train for Lourdes two hours later. There are only about ten days a year in which I can sleep in the daytime; this was one.
I knelt down and said a prayer of adoration, and then sat up to meditate and immediately went to sleep. I woke up exactly at the end of one hour. I said to the Good Lord: “Have I made a Holy Hour?”
I thought his angel said: “Well, that’s the way the Apostles made their first Holy Hour in the Garden, but don’t do it again.” 
Archbishop Fulton Sheen (Treasure in Clay)


Church of St. Roch in Paris

         
Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen