The Importance of the Eucharist

Fr. Greg posted this on his blog today. It explains the importance of the Eucharist better than I ever could!

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"Dear brothers and sisters, in the school of the saints, let us be enamored of this sacrament!” Pope Benedict XVI recently wrote these words as an exhortation for Catholics to fall in love with the Eucharist. Right on, Holy Father! It has been especially as a priest who offers the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass daily that I am enamored of this sacrament. In my thanksgiving after Mass, I constantly say to the Lord that I am not worthy to offer, celebrate, participate, share in, and receive the Eucharist. I am truly unworthy to be the vessel through which Consecration happens by the power of the Holy Spirit.

"Let us willingly and frequently converse, face to face, in the company of the Most Blessed Sacrament!" I was speaking about this with a woman yesterday who I am preparing to receive the Sacrament of Confirmation. We spent the prior two meetings talking about the Eucharist, Mass, and Adoration. One of the main points of our discussion was that conversing in the company of the Most Blessed Sacrament is so personal, so life-changing. Adoration is such a powerful experience of the presence of God and so needed for each one of us. When we are praying face-to-face with the Eucharist, we should be enamored of this encounter: we are looking at the Body of Christ, the Son of God! People who put themselves in this situation are not just enamored at what they are looking; they are often enamored of the overwhelming experience of peace and joy. It truly is the Real Presence of Christ. It truly is the Real Presence of Peace and Joy. We all long for the peace and joy of Christ; we find it in the Eucharist.

It is a tremendous gift to see people every day being enamored of the Blessed Sacrament. We have about 40 people who attend our daily Mass at the Newman Center. Many of them are workers in the area who take their lunch break to attend Holy Mass. They truly live out the reflection of the Holy Father: "Let us understand well why St. Thomas and other saints celebrated the Holy Mass shedding tears of compassion for the Lord, who offers himself in sacrifice for us, tears of joy and of gratitude…Let us participate in the Holy Mass with recollection to obtain its spiritual fruits, let us nourish ourselves on the Body and Blood of the Lord, to be incessantly nourished by divine grace!”

It has also been a blessing to read comments of bloggers over the years who are enamored of the Eucharist. One blogger recently wrote the following:


Over the last four years, I’ve been fortunate enough to begin to discover the intricacies of the Eucharist. What I’m learning is that the understanding the Eucharist is not a one time, “I get it” moment - it’s a culmination of many “I get it” moments.

A few years ago I heard the bread of life discourse mentioned in a homily. I didn’t know what the priest was talking about. I kept my ignorance (and pride) to myself and went on-line to see what I could learn. I found an article that referenced a prayer by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, a French Jesuit philosopher that I’d never heard of. Teilhard de Chardin’s prayer is heavy reading, but after reading it a few times, the end of his second sentence jumped out at me.

“Lord God, when I go up to your altar for communion, grant that I might derive from it a discernment of the infinite perspectives hidden beneath the smallness and closeness of the host within which you are concealed. Already I have accustomed myself to recognize beneath the inertness of the morsel of bread a consuming power which, as the greatest doctors of your Church have said, far from being absorbed into me, absorbs me into itself.”

When I read, “…far from being absorbed into me, absorbs me into itself” I felt like I’d been hit on the head with a 4x 4. I realized I’d been approaching communion with the thought of Christ becoming part of me but never, ever thought in terms of me becoming part of Christ. John 6: 56, “Whoever eats my Flesh and drinks my Blood remains in me and I in him” took on a whole new meaning for me. At that moment, I realized the obligation that comes with my assent, my “Amen” to the priest’s, “…through Him, with Him and In Him…”.

A second truth that I believe the Eucharist reveals has to do with suffering. Pain and suffering are something I have a hard time grasping and embracing. I was thinking about the Eucharist I realized that when I receive Christ’s body, I have to be willing to take the whole package –the good, the bad and the ugly. I know I want the salvation end of His deal, the good stuff – who wouldn’t want eternal life surrounded by nothing but calm and love? But, at that moment, I realized that suffering goes hand in hand with salvation. It's all part of eternal life. Somehow the suffering we all endure made a little more sense.

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Amen to everything he said! The Eucharist is an absolutely vital part of my life. It makes my days easier. Heck, my household is the Servants of the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus!

"Can Anybody Here Me" - Meredith Andrews

Here's the thing about this song...It totally hits home for me because during those times when I question God, sometimes I wonder if He really can hear me. Let me make one clarification: I don't doubt the existence of God. If there wasn't a God, I would've been dead a long time ago. He's done so many radical things in my life that I know 100% that He exists. When I say I question God, I mean that I question whether or not He's right here or a million miles away. Sometimes, I experience feelings of abandonment and feel like God just left me here to fend for myself. I'm finding more and more often that I don't have these feelings. I think it's mostly becuase I go to daily Mass. You can't be closer to God than when He is within you, after you've consumed the Eucharist. That's why it's so important. With the strong devotion I have to the Eucharist, I'm sure I'll write a blog on the importance of the Eucharist later.

Again, the bold lyrics are the ones that hit me the hardest




I’m staring at these empty walls
Wondering when You’ll visit me again
When will You come?
If there is anything at all
Coming in between our love
Please show me, ‘cuz I am barely hanging on
Can anybody hear me?
The silence is deafening
Why do You feel so far away?
When I know You’re here with me
But I just need faith to see
Nothing can separate me from Your love

Believing what I can’t see
Has never come naturally to me
And I’ve got questions
But I am certain of a Love
Strong enough to hold me when I’m doubting
You’ll never let go of my hand

Can anybody hear me?
The silence is deafening
Why do You feel so far away?
When I know You’re here with me
But I just need faith to see
Nothing can separate me from Your love

I will trust in You, even in the moments
I can’t find you, and I will hold on to
Your promises of love
You’ve never failed before

I know You can hear me
When the silence is deafening
Even though You seem far away
And I know You’re here with me
But I just need faith to see
Nothing can separate me from Your love

Looking Back

The other night, I went back to my first post and read every single on of them all the way through. I'm not really sure exactly why I did it, but I know that it was kinda hard to do, but it was really good that I did it. From reading my own words, I could tell what a bad place I was in when I was at Xavier and how I've changed so much. I remembered how I felt when I wrote the words. Some people tell me that they can't even believe that I'm the same person. I know in some of my posts I sound really depressed and stuff, but I can honestly say that I'm happier than I have been in a long time. Yes, I still cut sometimes, but I'm not cutting nearly as bad as I used to. For example, my lowest point was probably when I was at Xavier and one night I'd had WAY too much to drink (alcohol became my way of coping with stuff) and I cut my wrist. I went unconscious and woke up on the bathroom floor of my dorm room in a puddle of my own blood. I should have died that night, but for some reason, God kept me alive, and I'm very glad He did.

I still struggle with letting people know when something is wrong. Anyone can ask me if I'm okay and it barely takes any effort to convince them that I'm fine and nothing's wrong. That's probably not a good skill to have, but I do it. But I hit a pretty low point last weekend when I carved the word "LIAR" into my leg as a result of an argument between me and a friend. During my time at Xavier, he was on of my closest friends. He felt I'd lied to him about something and I let what he said just stir in my head and eventually I started to believe it and cut the word into my leg. It sucks having to see that everyday, but I'm hoping that with time and God's healing power, the scars and emotional wounds will fade. Oh, he and I are fine now. We got it all worked out. He and I actually read through all the blog posts together and kinda talked about them over Facebook chat. It was really nice to have a friend there who knows all the stuff on here. I don't tell most people I have a blog.

If you had asked me when I was at Xavier if I'd live to see 20, I would have told you no. But through God's incredible graces, my awesome friends, Fr. Greg, and many other factors, I'm still very alive and kickin. Hahaha. People's 20th birthdays aren't usually a big deal. Mine was for me because I honestly didn't think I'd live to see it. Heck, things got bad enough after I had ankle surgery and I wondered if I was even gonna live to make it to Franciscan. Now, the thought of taking my own life isn't even in my head. Yeah, sometimes I want to give up, but giving up isn't an option. As I read back through the posts, I realized how much I let myself be defined by what I did, not actually who I was. I don't let the fact that I cut define me anymore. I used to think I'd never be anything more than a cutter, but with God's help as well as everything else He has blessed me with, I know I am so much more than that. Another thing I noticed was how before, my life was all about me. Now, I'm a 20-year-old college student who wants to do everything for the greater glory of God. It's not about me anymore. I never should have thought that way because I'm His creation, His servant, and His instrument. I am His, 100% completely and I wouldn't want to belong to anyone else.

"My Help Comes From The Lord" - The Museum

I've become a really big fan of this song lately. I really do gain strength from the Lord. The days that I go to daily Mass are much easier than the days that I don't. Plus, when I take time out of my night to go to either the chapel here or even sometimes to one of the churches in town where there's Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, my nights are easier. I know that if He's given me this cross to bear, He's given me the strength to get through it. So, praise Him!



When sorrows come and hope seems gone
You’re the Rock I rest upon
When waters rise and I can’t breathe
You’re the love that rescues me

Out of the darkness
I lift up my eyes
Unto the hills
I feel my faith rise

Chorus
Maker of heaven, giver of life
You are my strength, my song in the night
My refuge, my shelter
Now and forevermore
My help comes from the Lord

When I’m broken, scarred by sin
Death gives way to life again
When I suffer, when I’m bound
In You I’m free, in You I’m found

Out of the darkness
I lift up my eyes
Unto the hills
I feel my faith rise

Chorus

Maker of heaven, giver of life
You are my strength
You’re my refuge
Now and forevermore

Chorus

My help comes from the Lord
My help comes from the Lord

Signs of Survival

This was a secret from yesterday's PostSecret. It really hit me hard. I texted one of my friends from Franciscan who used to cut and told her she had to see it. I told her I look forward to the day I look at my scars as a sign that I survived, and when that day comes, she'll be the first to know. She said that I'd be the first to know when she feels that way about her scars. Praise Him for bringing her into my life and having her constantly remind me I'm not alone.

Random Thoughts

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I just haven't really been in the mood to write out how I've been feeling. I'm still struggling with cutting. It's getting more and more frustrating as time goes on. I had a friend explain Theophostic prayer to me the other day and it's sounding like it'd be really good. Fr. Mike actually said something to me about it during our first session of spiritual direction. The biggest question on my heart lately has been why I'm still struggling with cutting. It's been almost 2 years. I've seen 4 counselors, and nothing's changed. I don't know. I'm just ready to quit trying to stop and just accept that I can't stop. I don't want to do that, but I'm so sick of trying and failing. Here's a song that's kept me going lately and reminded me that no matter what the season is, God is still God and I have a reason to praise Him.




This is my prayer in the desert
And all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides

And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames

And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain

I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here

And this is my prayer in the battle
And triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be empited again
The seed I've recieved I will sow

"For Those Who Wait" - Fireflight

This is for those who wait

Another day another waiting game
A little different but it’s still the same
I am here but where's the One I’m longing for
I’m having trouble feeling all alone
Will my heart ever find a home
I want to hope but sometimes I just don’t know
I know I’m not the only one

So we sing a lullaby
To the lonely hearts tonight
Let it set your heart on fire
Let it set you free
When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see
Just know there is a purpose
For those who wait

I want to open up my eyes
I know that all I need is time
I’m growing stronger every single day
God, I’m gonna lead them to You now
Letting go all of my fear and doubt
I can’t do this on my own so I’ll give You control
I know I’m not the only one

So we sing a lullaby
To the lonely hearts tonight
Let it set your heart on fire
Let it set you free
When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see
Just know there is a purpose
For those who wait

The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference

The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference
And the difference makes it worth it

So we sing a lullaby
To the lonely hearts tonight
Let it set your heart on fire
Let it set you free
When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see
Just know there is a purpose
For those who wait

Set your heart on fire
This is for those who wait