A Very Brief Reflection On The Eucharist

Last weekend, I was sitting in mass in the first or second row as usual, and this day I happened to be holding my seven-month-old son Michael during the Eucharistic Prayer. He's a "glasses grabber," and so I took off my glasses to avoid him getting them. Now, without my glasses I have really bad vision. 20-20? More like 20-400! That's no joke. And so at the moment of consecration, as I tried to look up to see the elevation of the Host, I realized that I was wholly unable to see the large Host in Father's hands. I could barely make out his arms; I could see nothing at all of what he was holding. And yet, even without being able to see what he was holding, I knew what it was. With no eyes to see, I still knew that he was holding up the body, blood, soul and divinity of our risen Lord. And I realized that, even with my glasses on, I wouldn't have been able to see what he was really holding anyway. It's only with eyes of faith that we perceive the realities of the mass.

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