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Lately, the absence of the Eucharist in my life is weighing me down.

Just like one of the ten virgins waiting for the master, I am sometimes afraid that without the Eucharist, I have no oil for my lamp (Matt. 25:1-13).  The Eucharist is THE central part of the faith.  I can revere it from afar but it’s not the same as taking the Body into my being.

Sometimes I feel so ashamed to bow in front of Him. To accept the Eucharist is to stand in union with Christ, to say that I believe, to acknowledge His will and ask that it be my way, too. How can I believe this so wholeheartedly and yet not accept His corpus? How can I do His will without it?

Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. I pray earnestly, “Lord, I am not worthy to receive You, but only say the word and I shall be healed.” But I am not contrite enough. I am not sinless. “. . .Come at least spiritually into my heart. Never permit me to be separated from You.”

As a reminder, here’s the story ( as recollected by Archbishop Fulton Sheen) about the little girl martyr for the Eucharist (quoted from The Cardinal Kung Foundation):

A couple of months before he died, Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen was interviewed on national television. One of the questions he was asked was this: “You have inspired millions of people all over the world. Who inspired you? Was it a pope?” He responded that it was not a pope, cardinal, another bishop, or even a priest or nun, but rather an eleven-year-old Chinese girl.

He explained that when the communists took over China, they imprisoned a priest in his own rectory near the church. After being locked up in his own house, the priest looked out the window and was horrified to see the communists enter the church. Once inside, they went into the sanctuary, broke open the tabernacle and in a hateful act of desecration, threw down the ciborium scattering the Hosts on the floor. The priest knew exactly how many Hosts had been in the ciborium: thirty-two.

When the communists left they either didn’t notice, or didn’t pay any attention to a small girl praying in the back of the Church who saw everything. That night she returned, and slipping past the guard at the rectory, entered the Church where she made holy hour perhaps of reparation for the desecration she witnessed of the Blessed Sacrament.

After her holy hour she went into the sanctuary, and kneeling down, she bent over and received Jesus in Holy Communion with her tongue.

Each night, the girl returned to the church to make her holy hour and receive Jesus in Holy Communion on her tongue just as she did the first night.

On the thirty-second night, after having consumed the last Host, she accidentally made a noise that awoke the guard who was asleep at his post by the priest’s residence. From his bedroom window, the priest could only watch in horror as the heartrending scene unfolded before his eyes. The girl tried to run away but the guard caught up with her and beat her to death with the butt of his rifle.

When Bishop Sheen heard the story he was so inspired that he promised God he would make a holy hour before the Blessed Sacrament every day for the rest of his life. And he was not only faithful to his promise, but he took every opportunity to spread this devotion of the daily holy hour before the Blessed Sacrament.

We don’t know the name of the eleven-year-old Chinese girl of our story, but her heroic act of going to the church every night at the risk of her life to adore and receive Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament serves as a powerful testimony against the attitude of so many Catholics today who show nothing but callous indifference toward the Real Presence of Our Lord Jesus Christ in the Holy Eucharist.


Written by Written Straw

January 16, 2011 at 3:02 pm

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