I'll admit that since summer began, I have been finding it a little bit more challenging to get myself motivated to get to Mass in the mornings. I am embarrassed by this. I am going to see Jesus. I should be getting up at the crack of dawn in anticipation every day.
But I am mostly hitting the snooze button and dragging myself out of bed after a night of not enough sleep.
Today was no different. But as I pulled up to the church, I prayed that I would be open to what God had for me. And from the moment I walked in to the church, I felt the power of the Holy Spirit. I sat, mesmerized by the rosary prayers, my head bowed. All through the liturgy, from the readings to the consecration, it was as if I was experiencing it in exquisite detail. Each word, each moment heightened somehow. And then, in the final moments before I stood to walk forward to receive, I saw Jesus standing (as Fr. Friedrichs was standing) breaking the bread at the last supper. Carefully. Deliberately. Overflowing with LOVE for us. I was overcome with awe, humility, joy. I felt as if I were floating in a dream as I stood to walk with my fellow parishioners to the front of the church. I was so transported I was almost afraid I would drop the precious blessed sacrament. But no, I received a thin triangle of the large wafer and said 'amen, Father' as I received it in my hand.
Thank you, Jesus, for this extraordinary gift today.