#MyMassTakeaway: Corpus Christi

Today’s the Solemnity of Corpus Christi.

Find the Mass Readings here: Solemnity of Corpus Christi, June 3, 2018

My takeaway:

 

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This morning I read a quote from my youngest,sister's Facebook feed…it read: "Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that." As I drove to Mass I informally asked Our Lord for a better understanding of the Eucharist. I think for a long time in my youth I didn't grasp the Real Presence, and still now, it is something that I don't fully grasp. Then the reader in Mass read the Second Reading. ..first. He made,a mistake and totally skipped the First Reading. So he read the Second Reading twice. The Second Reading reminded me of how much our roots will always be tangled with the Jewish faith… "For if the blood of goats and bulls and the sprinkling of a heifer's ashes can sanctify those who are defiled so that their flesh is cleansed, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from dead works to worship the living God." So much of our faith is an extension and the fulfillment of the Jewish faith. It's fascinating. It's beautiful. #myMasstakeaway #mySundaybest #ourrootsaretangled #CatholicsOnline #lettertotheHebrews #CatholicsofInstagram #ourSundaybest #PhillyCatholic #Easterdress #myson

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This morning, my priest shared a story about a young man who would come home on Sunday mornings, worn out from a night of partying, to see his elderly neighbor walking down the steep hill to attend Mass. He would sort of smirk to himself: here he was ready to crash after a great night, and there she was, up at dawn, headed out to a boring church service. One day, it snowed and the streets were terribly icy, and as he was headed toward his home at the base of that hill, he thought, One thing’s certain: that little old lady isn’t going to make it down the hill to church today. But when he got to the hill, he was amazed to see her, crawling carefully down on her hands and knees in the grass at the edge of the road toward the church. That morning, instead of falling into bed, the man sat at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee, thinking. What was inside that church that would make his neighbor crawl on her knees down an icy hill to find it? The answer, of course, is Jesus. In the Eucharist, we literally have God physically present among us: our Lord and Savior, our lover and best friend. It takes my breath away. *He* takes my breath away. I spent a lot of time reflecting on today’s psalm. How shall I make a return to the LORD for all the good he has done for me? the psalmist asks. The response? “To you will I offer sacrifice of thanksgiving, and I will call upon the name of the LORD.” Sacrifice of thanksgiving. In the Greek: eucharisteo. Sacrifice of the Eucharist. This is how we thank Christ for all he’s done for us, all he’s been to us: we offer him up again in the Eucharistic sacrifice of the Mass, we adore him in the Eucharist—because there is no other thanks that is worthy of what he’s done. He is the perfect sacrifice. He is the perfect thanks. He is our everything. And he’s right there, in every Catholic Church, physically and truly present, just waiting for us. That’s something worth crawling on my knees for. #MyMassTakeaway #eucharist #corpuschristi #catholicwife #catholiclife #catholicmom

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#mymasstakeaway It’s been an interesting Sunday. I had decided that (with my hubby out of town) I would attend Saturday night mass (I did) and sleep in today. I envisioned a day of meditation on #corpuschristi and the scripture readings. Long walks on mountain paths and dwelling in the Lord. My reality this morning was my cat announcing at sunrise that it was time to WAKE UP, and it rained all day (so much for that mountain top walk). I ended up in numerous phone calls and text messages with my dad (farming stuff in Kansas), my husband (trying to sell a house we co-own with my son in Kansas – and convincing his room mates they really do have to leave – and take their “stuff” with them) and my future DIL and in-laws back and forth on all things wedding planning (two months to go!) 💜 Ah well. So what. God wasn’t in the wind, earthquake and storm today. He was just the still, small voice in the cave, waiting to be heard. 💜 While I could have grown frustrated about plans being derailed for my supposed peaceful, meditation filled Sunday, I am instead grateful that the good Lord decided to speak to my chaotic heart and say, “It’s really quite simple, Julie. I love you. I died for you. I know what it’s like to go to a wedding where you worry you will run out of wine. I know what it’s like to chase the money changers out of the temple. I know how it feels to have people all around you wondering how you will feed the 5,000. I know how much you long to be Mary but think you must be Martha right now. I know, because I was there. Worry, frustration, fear…are nothing next to me. They are the reason I give myself to dwell within you every single Mass. Because when you are weak, I will be strong enough to carry both of us.” 💜 The Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity. He didn’t come to dwell with us on a perfect day sprinkled with good intentions. He chose instead to enter the world amid chaos and kingships and masses worried about what they would eat and drink on a hillside after His teaching. Because He loves us that much. To provide the wine at Cana. To cleanse the temple. To feed the multitudes. To carry me Home. 💜

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It was the Eucharist that converted me. I sat there in the pew at Mass with my family and once Communion came around, I desired so much to receive Our Lord. It got to be overwhelming. Today is the Solemnity of Corpus Cristi; celebrating the Body and Blood of Christ. There have been tons of spiritual teachers up and down the ages. There have been thousands of gods worshipped. There have been prophets. But, never has there been The One God that wanted to give us Himself. Christ changes it all. He wants us to be in communion with Him, not just in a symbolic sense, but literally. It’s everything. Absolutely everything. Sure, God is everywhere, but when I go into a Catholic Church, He is there: Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity. It blows my mind and when I partake of the Eucharist, Christ flows through me. Folks, that is slap-dunk the most awesome thing on earth. The Eucharist is what moved my heart and brought me home. Once we understand the totality, our lives forever change.

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I want to know your Mass Takeaway too! Comment with your thoughts on the readings, your pastor’s homily, or anything that struck you during your time at Mass.

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