Remember the joy you felt, coming down the road?
My journey to Jesus in the Eucharist started off a long way away. It was a long journey here, made one tiny step at a time. Sometimes I was crawling and other times I turned around and headed away. The road was full of twists up close, but I can look back and see just how direct it was. I was beaten and battered, my soul a small shadow inside me.
Now that I’m here, I bask in the feeling of being home. Every time I go to Mass and receive the Eucharist, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of coming home…again. I’m reminded of the journey, and of the reward of the journey.
The comfort I feel in coming home here, to the Eucharist, is a compiling of all that is good and right with the world. It’s the comfort of arms around me when I’m worried and weary. It’s the blanket of blessings when I feel desolate and alone. It’s conversation with a lover, intimate and joyful. It’s ongoing and always there – reliable as nothing else is. It’s my solid ground and my foundation. It’s my security blanket, fuzzy and worn soft from use, yet as brilliant as when it was brand-new. It’s the hope of the porch light left on, knowing that there is always someone waiting up for me, no matter what I’ve done or where I’ve been or how late it might be.
Thanks for writing this and posting it on the carnival. We were discussing this at our church group a week ago and sharing our thoughts about the Eucharist – something I think all Catholics should try doing with other Catholics.
what a wonderful blessing the Lord has given you in the Eucharist! i attend parish masses occasionally at which another priest is presiding, and there is so much that can be distracting. but the Lord touches those who open themselves to be touched. thanks for reminding us what the Eucharist really can be.