I am a Protestant on the way home. Yesterday, as I have a few days’ vacation and more time than usual, I went to weekday mass. The mass was so perfectly beautiful,
and there was a moment, at elevation, where I thought: “If there was only one true thing in this world, it would have to be this - Christ’s Real Presence in the Eucharist.”
I don’t know. To me it has something so compelling, so real, so objective.
I recall a moment, a few years ago, where I went to mass with my mother in her parish. Next to us there was a grandmother with her grandson, maybe 4 or 5 years old. At elevation, she whispered to him : “Look, that’s Jesus” - and the little boy stood straight on the pew and looked at the host, completely transfixed. I saw the look of awe and wonder and love on his little face and thought: “This has to be true”. Looking back, it was probably one of the turning points which started my journey home.
and there was a moment, at elevation, where I thought: “If there was only one true thing in this world, it would have to be this - Christ’s Real Presence in the Eucharist.”
I don’t know. To me it has something so compelling, so real, so objective.
I recall a moment, a few years ago, where I went to mass with my mother in her parish. Next to us there was a grandmother with her grandson, maybe 4 or 5 years old. At elevation, she whispered to him : “Look, that’s Jesus” - and the little boy stood straight on the pew and looked at the host, completely transfixed. I saw the look of awe and wonder and love on his little face and thought: “This has to be true”. Looking back, it was probably one of the turning points which started my journey home.