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For me, it was going to daily Mass after seeing “The Passion of The Christ”. I have never experienced Mass in that way, EVER!! I truly KNEW what our LORD went through to bring us the Holy Eucharist. I cried at the consecration and was sobbing as I received Him in Holy Communion. This movie really brought home Jesus’ suffering and crucifixion. Even though I had grown up Catholic and went to Stations of the Cross as well as pray the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary, now I have vivid images in my mind to remind me what Jesus went through for me.

“Thank you Jesus! for dying for me! Bring me ever closer to You!”
 
So many to choose from! I love the Mass, all the time, even the less than perfect liturgies. One of my favorites was in Florence, Italy at the cathedral. The Mass was in Italian, even the homily. The initmacy of the Mass is the same, even when you don’t understand the language. I had this moment where the universality of our faith struck me so deeply I began to cry.

Some others are my experiences at two World Youth Days…if you have never gone, I recommend you either attend (if young enough) as a participant or as a chaperone (if young enough 😉 ). Celebrating Mass, every day with hundreds of thousands of young Catholics, what hope, what promise, what joy! It moves you in ways I cannot explain…

Peace…
 
dmh – me too!

I’m still a pretty new Catholic (it’s a long story but I started going to Mass at age 30. I’m 33 now). LOL!

Anyway, When I saw The Last Supper flashback during The Passion of the Christ, and saw our Lord raise the host just as the movie returned to Christ’s crucifixion and the elevation of his cross, I gasped!

Then I went to Mass, and I gasped again. When I saw the Priest elevate the host, I flashed back in my mind to the erection of Christ’s cross, and I gasped.

Something about that scene in the movie evoked a deeper understanding of the Eucharist, and evoked a deeper emotional response to the Sacrifice of the Mass.

I get tears in my eyes a lot during Mass. I try to hold it in though … don’t like showing emotion in public.
 
Funerals always seem to come to mind.

When we buried grandma Teresa, and it looked like a Sunday Mass with over 150 grand and greatgrandchilden and their families filling the Church. What a sense of the solidarity of a Catholic family.

My dear sister-in-law died on New Years Eve in a far country, after a long illness. We had an evening Mass for her at St Paul Cathedral in Pittsburgh where she had belonged a long time ago.
Her picture surrounded with white roses was on a table behinfd the altar rail, her family gathered from far and near, we said goodbye as the candles flickered among the high ceilings and beautiful stained glass and carved old wood. As we finished singing Agnus Dei, time seemed to stand still, and Beth was among us again.
 
Taking my 6 year old son up to Communion.

His hands crossed over his chest so he can receive a blessing.

The smile on his face is beautiful.

It reassures me that I am doing God’s will, and teaching my son about the Faith.

One day he too will be receiving the Eucharist and I will be so happy I will cry.
 
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