I’m 62 and thus began receiving communion back when folks only received it under the 1 species (the host) and when you always received it on your tongue, while kneeling, and with an altar boy accompanying the priest and holding the patton under your chin. Frankly, I would prefer to receive Communion on my tongue still and I think kneeling would show far more respect and humility–which everyone should feel when they accept Our Lord and God into our mortal bodies. However, in my current parish, I think all the people would be a little shocked if I insisted on receiving communion on my tongue–much less kneeling to do so. It would interrupt what is the norm here today–and I don’t want to cause anyone trouble or to interrupt the service. My mom, now dead, once told me a story when I was young about a supposed remark that a protestant made about the Eucharist— which of course he didn’t believe was the true Body and Blood of Christ. I don’t know if this really happened or if it’s just an old wife’s tale, but my mom was the daughter of a Baptist preacher who converted to Catholicism when she married my Dad. Anyway, she told me that a protestant man was taking courses in the Catholic faith with the thought of converting. He did okay in accepting all the laws and beliefs of our church until he got to the part about the Consecration during Mass, resulting in the transubstantiation of simple bread and wine into the true Body and Blood of Jesus. Supposedly, his inability to accept this doctrine resulted in him dropping out of the course and deciding to remain protestant. BUT, when he dropped out, he told the priest that not only could he not believe that such a miracle could occur on a daily basis, but that he found it unlikely that even most Catholics really believed it happened either. His words were these: “If I really believed that bread and wine could actually turn into the actual, real Jesus, I would be crawling to the altar on my very hands and knees every single day in adoration and awe and with tears in my eyes --not traipsing merrily up to the front of the church and only on Sundays, all the while looking at everyone I passed and greeting human friends.” As I said, I’m not sure this is a true story, but if so, it certainly gives one pause to think.