There are so many facets and aspects to Jesus in the Eucharist, it will take Eternity to worship them all.
At once He is like an innocent toddler running to me with His arms out and heart wounded and bleeding but with an incomprehensible joy to see me, saying ‘ see how much I love you ‘.
In the face of this sweetness and innocence that can’t be described really, all I can do is bow face flat down to the ground and worship Him. It is beyond anything and overwhelming.
At times it is like He is Incarnate again as at Bethlehem, just for me in the Eucharist, resting in me.
Then I see His beautiful Holy Face battered and bloodied looking at me from the Cross.
There is exquisite joy, peace and love, but there is exquisite sorrow, desolations and sufferings He shares. It’s surrounding and all enveloping and overwhelming.
Then at once I find myself a rough stupid man in this dark hard mean world again, like everything is contracted and limited. And have a terrible desperate hunger and thirst to be back there with Jesus in the Eucharist.
I have been robbed, it is an unjust and vicious cruelty to be here, is all I can think and feel, but the memory of there pushes me on again to open the door to Him just to be with Him and dwell in this secret place with Him in the inner part.
We are cold, hard, cruel, exacting, contractual and vicious creatures, only in and with Jesus are we truly human.
We have a terrifying free will, between Jesus and ourselves.
At once He is like an innocent toddler running to me with His arms out and heart wounded and bleeding but with an incomprehensible joy to see me, saying ‘ see how much I love you ‘.
In the face of this sweetness and innocence that can’t be described really, all I can do is bow face flat down to the ground and worship Him. It is beyond anything and overwhelming.
At times it is like He is Incarnate again as at Bethlehem, just for me in the Eucharist, resting in me.
Then I see His beautiful Holy Face battered and bloodied looking at me from the Cross.
There is exquisite joy, peace and love, but there is exquisite sorrow, desolations and sufferings He shares. It’s surrounding and all enveloping and overwhelming.
Then at once I find myself a rough stupid man in this dark hard mean world again, like everything is contracted and limited. And have a terrible desperate hunger and thirst to be back there with Jesus in the Eucharist.
I have been robbed, it is an unjust and vicious cruelty to be here, is all I can think and feel, but the memory of there pushes me on again to open the door to Him just to be with Him and dwell in this secret place with Him in the inner part.
We are cold, hard, cruel, exacting, contractual and vicious creatures, only in and with Jesus are we truly human.
We have a terrifying free will, between Jesus and ourselves.