Reflection by Aidan Troy [Aodhán O Troighthigh] Please note: only the view of the above.
From time to time during a meal – Christmas dinner, gathering of the family or with friends – I get a strong sense of, ‘Lord, it is good for us to be here.’ Somehow, it gives me a warm feeling. Sadly, I know that this will not last and the meal will end and we all go our separate ways. Such is life!
During Mass I get the same sense of it being good to be at the table of the Lord. The call to Mass is utterly personal, by name. The invitation to be there is His. Jesus sends out the invitations to us. He chooses each of us, before any of us ever choose Him. It never ceases to amaze me, that God would want me every day at His table. After all these years of being at the Altar, I am still unable to get used to being there.
Every meal is special. Jesus’ Mass does something that is unique. He wants us to feel at home by never feeling inferior to Him. Of course, I am – He is God and I am a creature. But, once we gather, He wraps a towel around his waist and is ready to wash your and my feet. At Mass, He is there as a servant of people to assure them of His abiding love and service of every one of us.
It is understandable to me when people say that they find Mass boring. If it is, blame me as priest, but not Jesus.
Each Mass gives us the Body and Blood of Jesus. But, each giving of His Body and Blood reaches us differently every time. At each Mass, Jesus comes to touch our lives exactly as we are and as we need. One time at Mass, my heart may be bursting with joy and Jesus comes to increase this and bless me. Other times, I may be in the depths of even despair and He come to feed me Hope and Consolation. The Body and Blood of Jesus are not elements, not objects, but a person who sees how we are and comes to help us.
No two Masses are the same. Jesus loves us too much just to give us His Body and Blood without preparing His gift of Himself to match our need.
Sometimes I have been at a meal – say a reception of some sort – and I feel a bit out of it arriving on my own. I may know nobody. At Mass there are no strangers. The person next to you may not speak your language, understand your culture – but every person at Mass is your sister, is your brother. The link is Jesus, our Brother. He is the vine and we are the branches. He unites us in the deepest form of friendship that any human can share.
O Sacrament most holy,
O Sacrament Divine;
All praise and all thanksgiving
Be every moment Thine.