|Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places.
In the United States:
The Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ.
Lessons from the tertiary proper, according to the ordinary form of the Roman Rite:
• Genesis 14: 18-20.
• Psalm 110: 1-4.
• I Corinthians 11: 23-26.
• [Optional Sequence] Lauda Sion…*
• Luke 9: 11-17.
Outside the United States & wherever Corpus Christi was observed on the Thursday after Trinity Sunday:
The Ninth Sunday of Ordinary Time.
Lessons from the tertiary dominica, according to the ordinary form of the Roman Rite:
• I Kings 8: 41-43.
• Psalm 117: 1-2.
• Galatians 1: 1-2, 6-10.
• Luke 7: 1-10.
The Second Sunday after Pentecost.
Lessons from the dominica, according to the extraordinary form of the Roman Rite:
• I John 3: 13-18.
• Psalm 119: 1-2.
• Luke 14: 16-24.
The Second Sunday after Pentecost; the Second Sunday of the Apostles Fast; and, the Feast of the Holy Venerable Martyr & Virgin Theodosia.
Lessons from the pentecostarion, according to the Ruthenian recension of the Byzantine Rite:
• Romans 2: 10-16.
• Matthew 4: 18-23.
7:22 AM 5/29/2016 — Early in my priesthood I was assigned to a big parish with a school, and one of my duties was to teach religion to the third grade—I guess the pastor figured I could do the least amount of damage there. So, one day in class we were talking about God, and at one point a little girl raised her hand and asked, "Father, where is God?" And I said to her, "Well, God is everywhere." I could tell right away that she wasn't satisfied with my answer, but I continued with the class watching her out of the corner of my eye, knowing that the little wheels were turning. And finally she just blurted out, "But Father, I want God to be somewhere!"
She didn't realize it, but in her own childlike way she was voicing a longing as ancient as the Bible. Since the time that God first revealed Himself to Abraham, men have longed for God to be somewhere. A God who is pure spirit, who permeates all of nature, who lives up in the heavens, who dwells in the hearts of every man…;—however else it may have been said—this kind of God has never satisfied man. He has always tried to confine God to this physical world.
The ancient Hebrews sent Moses up Mount Sinai and he came down with the tablets of the Law, the Ten Commandments. They believed God was in the Law, so they could know where God was. But they were not satisfied. And so they built the ark, and they placed the tablets of the Law in the ark, and they carried the ark around with them everywhere they went. They believed God was in the Ark, so they could know where God was. But they were not satisfied. And so they built the tabernacle: a great tent in which to keep the Ark. They would pitch the tent everywhere they settled. They believed God was in the Tabernacle, so they could know where God was. But they were not satisfied. And as Israel became a great nation under King Solomon they built a great temple. The Bible says it was the greatest building in the world, the envy of all the kings of the earth. And in the middle of the temple: the Holy of Holies and the Altar of Incense, where God dwelt in majesty and splendor. And from all over the world the Hebrews would come, to celebrate the great feasts and Holy Days of the Jewish year. And when the temple was destroyed, they built another one, so they could know where God was. But even the great temple in Jerusalem could not satisfy them; and, when our Lord went into the temple to pray, he could sense the hunger of the people for God. Why?
Well, you see, God is pure spirit, but we are not. We are physical creatures; and we relate to the universe around us in a physical way. I know this pulpit is here. Why? Because I see it, I can touch it, I can read from it. I know it is here because I experience it with my senses. How do I know that God is here? Can I see Him? Can I touch Him?
All of these places where God is said to have dwelt—the Law, the Ark, the Tent, the Temple—all of them were defective. You see, all of these different places were made by men. Nothing made by man could ever contain the infinite God. The only place where God could really dwell would have to be a place built by God, Himself. And that's exactly what He did when He took upon Himself the flesh of the Virgin Mary, and became Man. And for the first time in the history of God's people, God had a place to dwell that was truly worthy of Him, a place so perfect that it was, in fact, God Himself, in the person of Jesus.
In Saint John's own words: "And the Word was made flesh, and came to dwell among us; and we had sight of his glory, glory such as belongs to the Father’s only-begotten Son, full of grace and truth" (John 1: 14 Knox).
We have a temple. Jesus is the Temple of the new covenant, a perfect Temple built by God's own hand, a Temple so perfect that it is God Himself, a Temple that cannot be destroyed; as our Lord Himself said, "Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up again" (John 2: 19 Knox), which is exactly what He did on Easter Sunday. For thirty-three glorious years that Temple walked among us. He preached in the synagogues, He healed the sick, He forgave sinners; He gave sight to the blind and caused the lame to walk, He made the deaf hear and the dumb speak, He cast out demons and raised the dead. But the most glorious thing he did was this: “He took bread, said the blessing, broke the bread, and gave it to his disciples saying, ‘Take this, all of you, and eat it; this is my body’” (Mark 14: 22 Knox).
You see, God knows us so very well. He knows that we are physical beings, that we can't just relate to Him purely on a spiritual level, that we need a God whom we can see and touch and feel. That's why He gave us Jesus, and that's why Jesus, before leaving this world, gave us His greatest gift: He have us Himself, under the humble appearances of bread and wine, so that we, too, could know where God is.
I myself am the living bread that has come down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he shall live for ever. And now, what is this bread which I am to give? It is my flesh, given for the life of the world. … My flesh is real food, my blood is real drink. He who eats my flesh, and drinks my blood, lives continually in me, and I in him (John 6: 51-52, 56-57 Knox).
Saint John begins his account of the Last Supper with these words: "He loved his own in the world and he loved them to the end" (John 13: 1 Knox). That's what the Eucharist is all about: love. Not the kind of love that you or I know. When we speak of love we so often mean possession, satisfaction, fulfillment. For us, love so often becomes an obsession in which we try to own another person, to make that person ours. For our Lord it's just the opposite. For Him, to love another means not to possess but to be possessed. We so often characterize love as a hunger for another person. But at the Last Supper our Lord shows us the true character of love; and, by the act of washing His disciples’ feet He reminds us that our destiny is to love one another as He has loved us. And He has loved us not with a hunger that seeks to consume, but which seeks to be consumed, giving His own Flesh and Blood as food and drink. I wonder how many of us actually believe that. How many of us actually believe that the small piece of “bread” given to us in Holy Communion is not bread at all, but the Lord? Not a symbol of Jesus, not a reminder of Jesus, Jesus is not present in the bread; but, that it actually is the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ … and Jesus Christ is God. Think about that for a moment: God created the universe and everything in it, and He created you; and you can see Him and receive Him right here a this Mass! And there's absolutely no reason for it, except that He loves you!
That little girl in the third grade might have just as well spoken for a lot of people when she said, “Where is God?” Because there are a lot of people running around with empty hearts. And they try, so futilely, to fill the emptiness with created things, all the while missing the fact that the only Thing that can fill their hearts is in front of them always in the Sacrifice of the Altar. That is where the priest, standing in the person of Christ, unites his own flesh and blood to that of his Divine Master, and offers both as an expiation for sin, his own sin as well as his people’s. That is where the creator places Himself in the hands of the creature as a proof of His love, as if His love needed any proof.
The love that requires proof now is our own. And our Lord has shown us how, as He commanded us at the last supper: “I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you” (John 13: 15 NIV).
* Praise, O Sion, praise thy Saviour, / Shepherd, Prince, with glad behavior, / Praise in hymn and canticle: / Sing His glory without measure, / For the merit of your Treasure / Never shall your praises fill.
Wondrous theme of mortal singing, / Living Bread and Bread life-bringing. / Sing we on this joyful day: / At the Lord’s own table given / To the twelve as Bread from Heaven, / Doubting not we firmly say.
Sing His praise with voice sonorous; / Every heart shall hear the chorus / Swell in melody sublime: / For this day the Shepherd gave us / Flesh and blood to feed and save us, / Lasting to the end of time.
At the new King’s sacred table, / The new Law’s new Pasch is able / To succeed the ancient Rite: / Old to new its place hath given, / Truth has far the shadows driven, / Darkness flees before the Light.
And as He hath done and planned it– / “Do this”–hear His love command it, / “For a memory of me.” / Learned, Lord in Thy own science, / Bread and wine, in sweet compliance, / As a Host we offer Thee.
Thus in faith the Christian heareth: / That Christ’s Flesh as bread appeareth, / And as wine His Precious Blood: / Though we feel it not nor see it, / Living Faith that doth decree it / All defects of sense makes good.
Lo! beneath the species dual / (Signs not things), is hid a jewel / Far beyond creation’s reach! / Though His Flesh as food abideth, / And His Blood as drink–He hideth / Undivided under each.
Whoso eateth It can never / Break the Body, rend or sever; / Christ entire our hearts doth fill: / Thousands eat the Bread of Heaven, / Yet as much to one is given: / Christ, though eaten, bideth still.
Good and bad, they come to greet Him: / Unto life the former eat Him, / And the latter unto death; / These find death and those find heaven; / See, from the same life-seed given, / How the harvest differeth!
When at last the Bread is broken, / Doubt not what the Lord hath spoken: / In each part the same love token, / The same Christ, our hearts adore: / For no power the Thing divideth– / ‘Tis the symbols He provideth, / While the Saviour still abideth / Undimished as before.
Hail, angelic Bread of Heaven, / Now the pilgrim’s hoping-leaven, / Yea, the Bread to children given / That to dogs must not be thrown: / In the figures contemplated, / ‘Twas with Issac immolated, / By the Lamb ‘twas antedated, / In the Manna it was known.
O Good Shepherd, still confessing / Love, in spite of our transgressing,— / Here Thy blessed Food possessing, / Make us share Thine every blessing / In the land of life and love: / Thou, whose power hath all completed / And Thy Flesh as Food hath meted, / Make us, at Thy table seated, / By Thy Saints, as friends be greeted, / In Thy paradise above. Amen. Alleluia.