Feast

One of the things I became most ready and excited for in my journey home was being able to fully participate in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. It started as a patient bearable ache, but eventually grew into a sharp pain. It felt like I was missing a limb I never even knew existed.

The outpouring of love from God in Christ Jesus to us is quite literally tangible. The mystery of the Eucharist enriches our faith. I think maybe that the seed of faith in our hearts matures in partaking of the body and blood of Our Lord. It is a blessing to every one of the faithful.

Not only does God feed our souls, but he literally provides sustenance to us in the bread of the presence and wine in the offering of libation. Time folds over on itself as we enter into the liturgy of the Eucharist. That can only happen because heaven gathers around Jesus as the priest consecrates the host, as Jesus becomes physically present in the bread and wine.

Just a quick side note- the whole of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass is heaven and earth touching, I am just talking about the Holy Eucharist in this instance.

As we kneel and say the words of the centurion ( a non Jew at the time) – Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof. But only say the words and my soul shall be healed. As we walk up the aisle. We want to approach with the spirit of chaste bride, although I sometimes feel like a dirty beggar. It is that feeling of less than and being unworthy that I’m pretty sure either come from my flesh or Satan. Either way, I know I need Him more the more I feel that way.

I’ll be honest, that sometimes I feel like I have squandered the grace and mercy that come with the communion by fussing with my children or picking at my wife. I used to make excuses, that’s just how I am; blah blah. Praise God for his work in my heart, and I know that those things can be healed and my love for my family can be sanctified, and sanctifying.

I will do whatever can be done to come to Mass on Sunday, and sometimes I even make it to weekday services. This Lent I want to start adding in adoration time as well, so I can be near Our Lord more.

Let us draw from the never empty wellspring of God’s grace, mercy, and love. Let us adorn our own crosses and share the love of Christ however we can.