I gaze on the face of God in the Blessed Sacrament, and ask,
“Am I seeing the resurrected Body of Christ or his sacrificed Body?”
It is both.
In God there is no time.
Today is as yesterday and tomorrow.
I gaze upon the Son
Before the foundation of the earth,
The Child born to Mary,
The Innocent Lamb slain,
The resurrected Christ.
We honor him with beauty in our churches.
Yet not one gold tabernacle or brilliant gem, stained glass or intricately carved wood
Can compare to the overwhelming magnitude of
the One who is the Blessed Sacrament.
For that Bread lifted for all to see
is the embodiment of
All that is past,
All that is present,
All that is yet to come.
What more can I say?
What thoughts make sense?
I can only collapse In humble Adoration.
