Mass yesterday was powerful.
Weekday evening masses attract a small group, and BP's homilies in this setting tend toward the dialogic rather than the didactic. They are intimate; more family dinner than holiday feast.
It was in this setting that I sat, having just received the Eucharist, savoring His body melting into the precious blood in my mouth, and willing my taste buds to perceive beyond appearances.
It was then He made me to know that in coming to me, in entering my mouth, He experienced joy.
It was a holy reunion. Holy completion.
His body and blood were reunited with eachother, and with the Spirit residing within me. His body rejoining His body. A hypostatic reunion of the human and the divine.
It swept me off my feet, and to my knees.
And it is still sweeping me now.
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