Stuart, just bear with me as a paint a picture, it’s a mental exercise so you have to use your imagination:
You are advancing toward the “table”…it’s just like your’s at home, only bigger… to receive the Eucharist. You can smell the perfume of the woman in front of you…feel the tile of the floor through your shoes.
You glance toward the “worship space” in front of you & notice a light that you don’t remember seeing before…oh well, just a trick your eyes are playing on you. But, it seems to be growing & moving. As you watch it begins to take the shape of a man & the figure of Christ on the crucifix (if there is one) is glowing…looks red hot, but surely not.
Still, you can’t take your eyes away from the light in the “worship space” (it used to be called, the sanctuary). You’re moving forward, shuffling your feet with the crowd around you & you’re close to the light. Suddenly, you are able to look directly at the light without turning your eyes away and…THERE HE IS!! with black, black hair & skin…either darkened by the sun or by his heritage…calloused hands of a man who has known physical labor reaching out to you. But the EYES, the eyes are filled with love older than the ages, with deeper knowledge within them than you knew existed & wisdom & kindness. The eyes can see every sin you ever committed & every kindness you’ve ever been a part of, your soul…your very spirit is open to Him. He reaches toward YOU…in spite of the sin, in spite of the cruelty you’ve done, in spite of your neglect of Him. His Hands are saying, “Come to me.”!
Would you:
- straighten your shoulders, becoming very aware of the dignity that is within you, stride up to Him & shake His hand?
- Stumble forward…never quite sure how you got there & drop to your knees adoring this God/Man Who died in your place?
Your answer to this question, should give you the answer to the question in your post.