Eucharist
When you commune with God in the Eucharist, He enters and rests like a Baby in your heart. And you are afraid to even breathe lest the divine Baby leave you. And you cannot frown, because the Wonder of the universe is saddened.
And His Blood flows through your veins.
And you feel a drop of what the Mother of God felt when she was pregnant with God. The mystery of the birth of Christ in the hearts of the saints, this is the Eucharist. Spiritual motherhood, the beating of the heart, and the boundless love for the Creator of your life.
And you always forget that He is there in you, but you remember, and your nothingness hurts, and you pray: stay with us because it is evening.
And you close your eyes and see His most pure eyes, with a tear in the Gethsemane Garden of your heart.
And thoughts of hatred, revenge, or impurity come to you, but you crush them against the Stone Christ of your heart. And you are ashamed to grieve Him. You keep Him as a Light in the stormy night, and your heart beats more slowly so as not to wake the Baby from the sleep that gives you life. And what pain when you lose Him through sins.
He forgives your sins of the past through His precious Blood, but He also guides you in the future. He is the prophecy of your life in the embrace of God.
And you feed Him with your life, and He feeds you with His life and His immortality.
And you try - small and awkward creature - to think like Him, to feel a little of His love, to let His pains, the pains of the world, hurt you a little.
And He smiles within you and loves you infinitely. And He makes a Home within you.
You know you will always fall like a stupid little bug, but you get up again and walk towards Him.
Like a baby towards its mother.
Father Ioan Istrati
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