Alright so here’s my miraculous story of the Eurachist and the forth quarter. I’m a practicing Jew, but this miracle I will keep with me always.
Around two years ago I just started learning about the Catholic church. What I already knew was when to sit and when to stand in church, about the Eucharist and going to confession before you receive, and most of the holidays. What I didn’t know yet, were the little things that happen on the side, like, that there’re also consecrated hosts kept in the tabernacle. Back then I thought that Jesus was in there kinda like G0d used to dwell in the Temple - but I didn’t know that there were consecrated hosts in there until after mass when I addressed the Priest - wait for it lol
At that night the church was extraordinarily crowded, and I was sitting on the right side in church somewhat in the middle of the pews at the end of my pew so that I could look when the host would change during the consecration. So, that night our Priest who also used to be my confessor and Dean of our city, said the Eucharistic prayer and he broke the host two times. There were two extraordinary ministers standing up there next to the altar next to him. They took communion. However, one of the ministers then brought another bowl with hosts from behind and mingled those hosts with the hosts there were already consecrated. Then they took the entire mix of (what I thought were) consecrated and non-consecrated hosts and filled three bowls with them for three lines of people receiving either Jesus or a piece of bread. Not knowing that those hosts had of course also been consecrated at an earlier time, I thought to myself:
“What a bummer! Now this idiot comes and mingles other hosts that weren’t on the altar with the consecrated hosts. How are we to differ which host is consecrated and which isn’t since they all look the same? Now I don’t know if I receive Jesus or just a piece of bread!”
So I was lining up at my pew to receive the Eucharist thinking that I wouldn’t even know what I would receive at the end of the line. I was so disappointed that I was almost about to cry in that line. I was so looking forward to go to mass and now this. And what happened then I will never forget. I kneeled down, closed my eyes, and when the Priest said “The body of Christ!” I looked up and I saw… a piece of a host that was angular. I immediately realized it was the forth quarter of the host that the Priest had broken during the consecration on the altar. I saw this piece and I knew it was him. Receieving that angular and forth piece of the host that the Priest had broken was the only means G0d had available at that time to make me trust that I would receive Jesus, since it had a different form than the other round hosts that couldn’t be trusted.
Now, if you’re good at statistics you can estimate how great the chances were that I out of all people received that one piece of the consecrated host that was left over in the bowl from which my Priest distributed the Eucharist.
Of course - after mass this problem had to be addressed

So I waited for the Priest who out of all people used to be our Dian that night, to leave the sacristry. And I told him: “Excuse me, father, but this can’t be. Tonight I was lucky, but the others don’t know wheather they receive Jesus or just a piece of bread if you mingle hosts after the consecration. You should mingle them before you consecrate the hosts!”
He was totally shocked and immediately explained to me that those hosts came from the tabernacle and that nothing that wasn’t consecrated would ever see a tabernacle from the inside. “Makes sense” I thought to myself. I then apologized to him, and he never begrudged me, but rather helped me learn more about the church.