O how I tried to change that writing to the left: Hastening the Eucharistic Reign! It needs to be bold, dark, big! Then all of a sudden, it hit me–literally. As I pondered this “dilemma” of pre-designed templates, I was torpedoed in the head by a stink bug. Every year our chapel has some sort of plague: hornets, lady bugs, bats. This year it’s stink bugs. They are bold and it takes an extremely recollected mind not to react like a frightened child when, in chapel, they speed bomb you; or to stay focused on our Eucharistic Lord enthroned on the altar as they climb to the peak of the Monstrance–claiming themselves as king. As it flew at my head it suddenly dawned on me–the subtleties of God. His ways are not like our ways! How different He is from the world in which we live. See, I’m like that bug. I want to take things by force and I want to do it now. But this isn’t how God works. As the midnight hour of Christmas approaches I realize that the greatness of God, the power of God, the glory of God, comes forth in gentle silence. The hiddenness of the Incarnation, the quiet of the midnight cave, the monotony of the life at Nazareth, the meekness of the Lamb on Calvary, the gentleness of the Resurrection, the hush of the Consecration–Our God’s greatest acts are done in silence, in smallness. And so too with the Eucharistic Reign. The world is filled with noise and entertainment, but the secrets of the King are whispered in the hearts of those who await Him. It reminds me of Blessed Anna of St. Bartholomew (the inseparable companion of St. Teresa of Avila). When she was young, the child Jesus would visit her but, usually, He wouldn’t speak to her audibly. A Divine Smile would lay upon His Lips and inside Anna’s heart she would hear His Voice.
So, let the writing to the left be little and light. Perhaps it is only written for those who will look for it. Think of all the people who encountered our Lady with God in Her Womb, all of the people who passed by without even noticing. And then there was Joseph. Blessed Catherine Emmerich describes St. Joseph looking upon Mary as Moses gazing upon the burning bush. For those who aren’t searching, the silence is deafening–unbearably long. But for those who are attentive, the silence is majestic, captivating. The Eucharistic Reign will come and is, in fact, coming right now, one heart at a time.
As St. John the Baptist spoke to the Pharisees, so, too, he speaks to the people of our time saying, “there has stood One in the midst of you, whom you know not.” Jesus stands in our midst daily–perpetually–on our altars and in our tabernacles! But, sadly, the majority know Him not. We must prepare the way with silence, suffering, humility, intercession, reparation, and above all, love.
The Eucharistic Reign must be hastened as Our Lady hastened His first coming. Today as I knelt in the back of the chapel, I could see all of my Sisters kneeling before Our Lord with arms outstretched in the form of a Cross as they silently prayed the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I thought to myself, “This is it! This is hastening the Eucharistic Reign!” It’s not in force or in show. No, those are the tactics of the enemy, as we saw in the desecration of our Eucharistic Lord at the art exhibit in Spain
or the sacrilege against our Blessed Mother Ever-Virgin in Oklahoma
“By waiting and by calm you shall be saved, in quiet and in trust your strength lies.” Isaiah 30:15
Hasten the day Thy Kingdom come
where conquered hearts that once were numb
will risk their lives in efforts just to be near You!