The Eucharist…
I was raised in the southern baptist church. I was just a kid, but remember that the Lord’s Supper (as we called it) only occurred several times a year. There was always a lot of fuss over who would prepare it, the white loaf bread had to be cut into tiny cubes and grape juice poured into little glass vials. There was more fuss over who was qualified to distribute it and then who had to clean up afterwards. It seemed that everyone became super reverant for a few minutes and then broke out of it and returned to thmselves. We never left the pew. I’m old enough to remember going to the fast food restaurant and they would bring your order out to the car on a tray that clipped to the side of your car. That’s what the Lord’s Supper reminded me of, mushy, bland, quick. Nobody went to the church during the week to pray, the church was locked.
During college I began attending the Catholic university parish with some friends. The Eucharist occurred at every mass. At first I thought it was ritualistic and idolatrous, after all it was just bread, right? Then I came to undertand that Christ is truly present. This wasn’t something that someone told me and I just said “ok.” it was one of those aha moments where you feel like somone has smacked you on the back of the head and you suddenly “get it” with every fiber of your being. Even if I didn’t already believe this, the idea that Christ has the power to be truly present if he wanted is still an amazing thing to think about. The Eucharist mystically puts us at Calvary where the crucifiction is eternal, not just something that occurred two thousand years ago and remember every now and then.
The Eucharist became the center of my worship experience at mass. I love the reverence that we give to the lord when we genuflect before the tabernacle and the comfort knowing that he is physically present there. I love that we use wine, a living, breathing liquid and not grape juice that has to be sterilized to prevent fermentation or, the worst, an artificial, grape flavored “drink.” The church was open at all hours and I could go there after evening classes if I wanted. I could go to mass every day. Without the Eucharist a Protestant church now just feels like a town meeting, with a professional, paid speech giver (often very emotional) and music as entertainment. I’m not saying this to be offensive, but it is the comparison that I feel emotionally when I have gone back to visit.
Anyway, I hope this gives you some insight. I could probably go on for several more paragraphs, but essentially it was the Eucharist.