The Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ |
(Luke 9:11-17) |
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Have
you ever felt like a nobody? Invisible? Most people have. You have to
attend a party where nobody knows you. You try to engage someone in
conversation, and the person says, "Excuse me, I see a friend of mine,"
but they really don't. So you spend half the evening deciding what kind
of cracker you want with your cheese. Or you pour out your heart to
someone, and that person yawns and says, "What was that you were
saying?" |
You have little money in the bank. You are a nobody. |
You live in a dreary one-room flat. You are a nobody. |
You look in the mirror and what do you see? A nobody. |
Many
people have gone through that experience at some time in life. Some
people know what it is like to be nobodies all the time. Some people in
nursing homes, rocking away their lives, nobodies who nobody visits. |
No
one wants to be a nobody. So from time to time, people get desperate
and do wild things to attract other's attention, just to let them know
that they are not nobodies. |
Then
there are the anybodies. They are a step up, because they are noticed.
They are functionaries. They perform a service. They fill slots. They
are cooks, cab drivers, priests, teachers, dentists and secretaries. We
notice them for what they do. However, that is often the only reason we
notice them. But anybodies can be replaced at what they do. And when
they are not around anymore, we replace them with anybody else. |
And
then, we have the somebodies. A somebody is someone I notice and like
because I find that person unique. It is the 'you' in the somebody that
is loved and admired. But you... you may be a bumbling, inefficient
anybody, not too great in the slot you fill, but that does not matter to
someone who loves you. You are special to that person. When people are
not liked, not loved, never noticed, they usually end up feeling like a
nobody, when all the time, they are a somebody. |
This
week we celebrate the Feast of the Body of Christ. What difference
does this Feast make in our lives? What is the Eucharist for me? What
does it mean to me? |
First,
get rid of the notion that the Eucharist we receive at every Mass is my
solitary supper, an individualistic moment, just me and Jesus. Yes,
there must be time for prayer, but it is not my private party. |
As
always, Paul said it best. He tells us although we are many, we are one
body, for we all partake of the one bread... the Christ who comes to us
in the Eucharist. |
Is
the same Christ who nourishes the nobodies, the anybodies, the same
Christ who feeds the Lebanese, the Japanese, the African and the Cuban?
Christ is not divided. Christ is not multiplied. There is one and the
same Body, one and the same Christ, for all. No one is left outside. |
Did
you notice that in the gospel, when the disciples wanted Jesus to send
the crowd away, He rebuked them and said, "Give them some food
yourselves." At every Eucharist, we come together to do again what Jesus
did on the night before He gave Himself away totally out of love. We
come together to be fed, to be challenged, to be encouraged, to be
lifted up, to be sent out refreshed, and recommitted to feed and nourish
others with caring and concern. If we respond to Jesus' command, "Give
them some food yourselves," we will be preaching the gospel and
practicing what we preach. |
As
you walk down the aisle at Mass to receive the body of Christ, focus
your thoughts, in a special way, on Who it is you will receive. When
the Eucharistic Minister holds up the Sacred Host and says, "Body of
Christ," you will receive the Living Body of Christ. You will receive
the same Christ who was born in Bethlehem. You will receive the same
Christ who died on the Cross. You will receive the same Christ who rose
from the dead. When you think about this, it is so incredible, that it
is hard to imagine. Yet we know by faith that it is true. Only a loving
God, a God who loves everybody, no matter who they are or what they have
done, could have given us such an unimaginable gift. In Him we are all
made one. |
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