Two weeks ago I wrote, very openly, about my conversion experience and receiving my first Catholic sacraments. So, as you can imagine, I was completely honored when the children’s director at St. John’s asked if I would be willing to serve as the photographer for the second grade’s First Holy Communion. A year ago, my son, Nick received his first communion. Every Sunday since then I have stood in line behind him during communion as he would hold out his hands to receive Christ, I would cross mine over my heart to indicate to the minister that I was just to receive a blessing. I am not saying a blessing isn’t wonderful but every time I heard “this is the body of Christ” given to my son, I would cry. Two weeks ago, I too finally heard those words and then ate the bread of life.
Last Sunday, I witnessed with new eyes as the miracle of this sacrament as it was given to a group of precious second graders. I watched as they all arrived in their nicest clothes, the boys in their suits and ties and the girls in beautiful white gowns, their heads covered in veils, wearing little cross earrings. They redefined ”precious!” I could see how special they each felt as they, themselves served the Mass by delivering the readings, the prayers, and the gifts. I could see the pride on their parent’s faces and the admiration of fellow parishioners, of those who understand the significance of Eucharist. I can only imagine how it all must have looked from a divine vantage point…God’s own beloved 8-year-olds, after studying God’s Word and learning about the sacrifice Jesus has made on their behalf, joyfully coming to His table and accepting this priceless gift He has given them.
“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” ~ Matthew 19:14
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