Mother Mary said at Fatima: "My Immaculate Heart will be your refuge and the sure way which will lead you to God." St. Thomas Aquinas said: "The things we love tell us who we are!" With that in mind, I will try to post each day something about Our Blessed Lady, items about the Holy Roman Catholic Church, and public domain Catholic books too! I pray you enjoy my ministry!
Below are two albums of pictures that I created:
1. Our grand daughter Adrianna.
2. Tears of Mary!
MARY, OUR MOTHER
Friday, October 25, 2013
From The Friars eLetter: When the Eucharist became Real for me
English: Bishop Athanasius Schneider O.R.C. celebrating Traditional Latin Mass in Tallinn, Estonia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Surprisingly, I don’t remember
much of that day. I remember the church and I have an image of me
sitting towards the back—wooden pews peppered with college student and
town’s folk and I, among them, heart pounding and eyes wetting, am
sitting—or am I kneeling? Either way my head is certainly buried in the
palms of my hands and quietly, maybe even inaudibly, I am tearful. Jesus
Christ is somehow inside of me. He was placed in my hands and I put him
on my tongue, chewed him with my teeth and swallowed him. It was the
first time ever that presented to me, I recognized him—his sacramental
presence—and it was the first time I ever held, tasted and consumed him
with understanding and that encounter would go on to change everything.
Yet for now I am seated in a place of wonder wrapped in a blanket of
trepidation, for he has captured me and I have allowed myself to be
caught. Only he’s not who I thought he was; no, he is more intimate and
more radical than I had ever dreamed. I would go on to learn three
things from this experience.
1) I had been worshipping God as if in exile;
2) His flesh, as he says, is in fact, true food;
3) He sees me as would a bridegroom his bride; which means that
1)I have not only returned to the temple but have become the temple; 2) eternal life begins right now;
3) there is nothing I could ever do to cause him to look away and cease loving me.
Surprisingly vague is my memory
of that day, but I can say this: I left the church after Mass stepping
into a world where the sky was bluer and the leaves greener on trees
that seemed almost to breathe, and I, with a ball cap snuggly fit,
walked home on my hands—or was it that I could now see how everyone else
in the world was living standing on their heads?
+ Br. Joseph Michael Fino, CFR
Saint Michael Friary, Paterson, NJ
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