One day, a little while after I had entered the Church, I decided to stop by daily Mass before work. Got there a minute or two after Mass started, so I quietly took a seat in the back.
To my surprise, they had adoration scheduled after Mass. Bonus!

So I decide to hang out and pray for a little while. Before long, I get this stray thought in the back of my noggin. "Come closer."

I was like "No way, I& #39;m fine right here, this is a perfectly good spot." And besides, there were lots of people in the church already; I didn& #39;t want to distract them; I didn& #39;t want to seem like I was trying to be "holier" than them or something. Nope, I& #39;m good.

But the thought just kept poking at me. "Come closer. Come closer." Finally I was like "FINE." I get up and start walking forward. Get 1/4 of the way up the aisle.
"Is this good?" I says to myself.
"No. Come closer."

Halfway up. "Come closer." Three quarters. "Come closer." "UGH". Finally, my eyes fall on the third pew from the front of the church. That& #39;s where I& #39;m supposed to go.

So I plop down on that kneeler and, from that vantage, I can see that someone on the second pew left a hymnal lying open. Right there waiting for me is the song, "You Are Mine."
Good one, Jesus. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😢" title="Crying face" aria-label="Emoji: Crying face">

May we all listen to his call; may we all heed his invitation to come closer.