Imagine the pain our Lord suffers every day because of those priests who ignore Him and flee from His company.
Read, ponder and share this post from Father Mark on Vultus Christi. These powerful words are taken from In Sinu Iesu, The Journal of a Priest, and are set forth below with his permission.
Have the courage to share this reflection with your pastor and priests. Pray for and support your priests!
Waiting For the Company of Even One Priest
You are always welcome in My presence.
I long to receive you and to keep you close to Me.
This is your vocation, priest-adorer.
Respond to the call of My Heart.
Adore Me for your brother priests who forget that I wait for them in the Sacrament of My Love.
Seek Me out for them and in their name
and I will bless both you and them.
Continue reading “Waiting For The Company of Even One Priest”
“If the poison of pride is swelling up in you, turn to the Eucharist; and that Bread, which is your God humbling and disguising Himself, will teach you humility. If the fever of selfish greed rages in you, feed on this Bread; and you will learn generosity. If the cold wind of coveting withers you, hasten to the Bread of Angels; and charity will come to blossom in your heart. If you feel the itch of intemperance, nourish yourself with the Flesh and Blood of Christ, Who practiced heroic self-control during His earthly life; and you will become temperate. If you are lazy and sluggish about spiritual things, strengthen yourself with this heavenly Food; and you will grow fervent. Lastly, if you feel scorched by the fever of impurity, go to the banquet of the Angels; and the spotless Flesh of Christ will make you pure and chaste.”
(St Cyril of Alexandria as quoted by Father Stefano Manelli, OFM CONV. In Jesus Our Eucharistic Love)
“A saint said that we were Christ-bearers. It is very true; but we have not enough faith. We do not comprehend our dignity. When we leave the holy banquet, we are as happy as the Wise Men would have been, if they could have carried away the Infant Jesus. Take a vessel full of liquor, and cork it well – you will keep the liquor as long as you please.
So if you were to keep Our Lord well and recollectedly after Communion, you would long feel that devouring fire which would inspire your heart with an inclination to good and a repugnance to evil.”
(St. John Vianney on the Holy Eucharist)
Many professing to be Catholic – even among those who attend Sunday Mass regularly – have lost the sense of the Sacred and their belief in the Real Presence of our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament.
The many reasons for this are beyond the scope of this brief reflection.
Let me mention just two (1) the misuse of Extraordinary Ministers of the Eucharist whose assistance at Mass should be restricted to those very rare occasions “whenever the number of faithful wishing to receive Communion is so great that the celebration of Mass would be unduly long (emphasis added); and (2) the failure of so many of us to spend sufficient time in thanksgiving and conversation with the Lord whose Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity we consume.
Since reception under both species is neither required nor recommended for frequent use, can anyone truthfully say that their Sunday Mass would be unduly prolonged if there were no Extraordinary Ministers of the Eucharist? What is so wrong about extending the time during which silent conversation can take place between we sinners and the Divine Physician now present within our fleshly temples?
Look at what Virginia Lieto had to say about my book I Thirst for Your Love:
“If you have ever wanted to know more about Our Lord Jesus Christ exposed in a monstrance, and referred to as Our Blessed Sacrament, then this book is for you. …I highly recommend taking this book to Adoration and reading it in Christ’s Presence. The prayers in the Appendices can be recited over and over, at each visit. This book is a gem!”
Read her full review here.
One simple step to take toward increasing reverence and belief in our Lord’s Eucharistic Presence among us to to preach it and to reinforce those words with conspicuously posted signs like the ones I discovered at the Franciscan Monastery in Kennebunkport, Maine this week: