if you’re ever having a bad day and feeling worthless, go visit Jesus in the Eucharist. Or just talk to Him. Because I promise you, if you are sad or lonely, He wants nothing more than to wrap His arms around you and whisper that you’re beautiful to Him. And it’s okay to cry. There’s nothing wrong with crying.
Lord our God, you have given us the true bread from heaven. In the strength of this food may we live always by your life and rise in glory on the last day. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
My friend John, a very intelligent and faithful Catholic, told me the following story when he was one of my students at Boston College. John’s friend, Isa—a very intelligent and faithful Muslim—expressed an interest in understanding the Catholic faith (not out of any doubt of his own) and asked John to take him to Mass. After Mass, John asked Isa what he had thought of it. Isa said, very slowly and thoughtfully, “Do Catholics really believe that thing, that piece of bread, is not bread at all but Jesus Christ (blessed be his name)?” (Christ is a revered prophet to Muslims, though not the Son of God.)
"We do, said John.
"Your Church teaches that he is really present there, yes? That what’s there is the man who was God?" "
Yes. The formula is ‘Body and blood, soul and divinity.’”
"And you believe that?" “Yes."
Isa made as if to say something, but stifled it. John assured him he would not be offended.
Finally, reluctantly, Isa said, “I don’t understand.”
"I understand how you feel. It sounds very shocking."
"No, you don’t understand. That’s not what I mean. You will take it as an insult, but I don’t mean it to be."
"I promise I won’t take it as an insult. But I really want to know what’s on your mind."
"Well then. …I don’t think you really do believe that. I don’t mean to say you’re dishonest, but … ."
"I think I know what you mean. You can’t empathize with anyone who believes something so shocking. You don’t see how you could ever get down on your knees before that altar."
"No, I don’t see how I could ever get up. If I believed that thing that looks like a little round piece of bread was really Allah Himself, I think I would just faint. I would fall at His feet like a dead man."
John looked carefully at my reaction as he reported Isa’s words. My eyes opened, and he smiled. “What did you say to him?” I asked.
"Nothing. Then, after a while, just ‘Yes."’ John is a wise man.
“O Sacrament most Holy, O Sacrament Divine, all praise and all thanksgiving be every moment Thine.”
“Christ held Himself in His hands when He gave His Body to His disciples saying: ‘This is My Body.’ No one partakes of this Flesh before he has adored it.”
- St. Augustine
So as you all know by now, Tropical Storm Isaac is heading my way and expected to be bad enough (which isn’t very bad) that we won’t have class on Monday. All events for today have also been cancelled or postponed (such as a music major meeting I was supposed to have tonight and my choir audition), and because of Isaac’s ETA, the 7pm Mass was cancelled. That meant that only the 7am and the 10am Masses were left.
Despite the fact that almost everyone moved in yesterday and it was storming already and we’re college students who don’t like to wake up early, the Oratory was literally to the brim with faithful Catholics. I knew that all of the pews were full, as I was toward the back and couldn’t hardly see anything because there were so many bodies in front of me. On the weekends, we tend to have Eucharistic Ministers at the front of the Oratory, in the middle, and in the back. My roommates and I were far enough back that we had to receive in the back of the Oratory, which was the first time I’d turned around since I walked in five minutes early.
There was not a single spot left available. People were standing around the sites, and the entry way was overflowing with worshippers.
I was so incredibly moved, I was almost in tears as I received the Eucharist. It was one of those moments that made me so proud to be Catholic.
I then said, in a very shaky voice, Well, if it’s a symbol, to hell with it.
That was all the defense I was capable of but I realize now that this is all I will ever be able to say about it, outside of a story, except that it is the center of existence for me; all the rest of life is expendable."
Eucharistic Miracle 1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6SH93arrIE
Eucharistic Miracle 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_BOYgIoaTM&feature=relmfu
Eucharistic Miracle 3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zTikIjz2l8&feature=relmfu
Please stop restricting the pictures that show up on Tumblr!
I can accept some of them, but when it’s a picture of Jesus or Mary or the saints or the Eucharist, I find it terribly annoying.
Second attempt: the internet went down when I tried to post this the first time.
They’re watching me.