“The Body of Christ.”
“Amen.”
I try to accompany the singing; I know it pleases God but I am not sure about everyone else’s ears (I am semi tone deaf). A little while later, Communion is done. Here I sit, eyes loosely shut. I am a living tabernacle.
“My Jesus, you are mine, my peace, my love, my joy.”
“Here I am, I am yours.”
But more often than not I am silent, listening, listening to my Lord. What does he have to say? Maybe today he just wants to be there with me. Are words enough for such love?
“I want to be all yours but I am so weak. Help me today.”
His love embrace makes any other words seem too much, too inadequate to describe his loving presence. I am a living tabernacle but so unworthy. He is right here in me, and I am all his.
I recall a passage from St Faustina, “Pure love never errs. Its light is strangely plentiful.” (Diary 140) I hope I can have a love like that. “Help me to have such an unfailing love for you, Lord.”
A little while later, we all stand up and pray. The mass concludes in peace.
This is not an exact story as most of my posts are; there is a certain part that is too personal to be sharing with everyone. Instead I took elements from several days and generalized them. I wanted to give you all a sense of the great opportunity we all have to pray after communion each day we receive Jesus.
