...And it's just not a good feeling. In fact, it's no feeling at all. Perhaps a test? I don't know, but I'm ready to yell "uncle".
It sounds crazy, but I was really worried that if I went to a work in a Catholic hospital, I might lose some of my spiritual life. That's not exactly the case, but I think of St. Therese lamenting about the times when she could not muster a single thought to unite her to God. In those instances, she would say over and over how much she loved Him, or would try to perform some other simple act of kindness.
Today is First Friday. I was informed that every first Friday at 6:15 am we have a meeting with some of the surgeons. Fortunately, there is a later Mass I can get to, but I find if I don't go first thing in the morning, many situations can arise that prevent me getting there at all. My boss is not Catholic, but I took a chance explained the Devotion to the Sacred Heart.
"No problem. Just come to the meeting when Mass is over."
Sadly, no mention at Mass today of the Sacred Heart, green vestments instead of red and a priest who ad libs the words of the offertory and grins about it. Better than no Mass and no priest at all. The priest is still standing at the altar, bowing to the tabernacle, and the crowd gets up to leave and starts carrying on a conversation at a volume not appropriate in the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament.
And I wonder why I'm in a state of spiritual dryness.