THE
LIVES OF THE SAINTS
`The Eucharist is a Christian’s most
perfect prayer. It leads us as a body of believers, and as individuals
into a union with God. The Eucharist is bread and wine transformed into
Jesus’ body and blood by the priest. Thank your Jesus for a our
priests. Bread and wine remain just that to human eyes, but people of
faith who eat His Body and drink His Blood, are changed. The Eucharist
is the reliving of the greatest act of love that ever took place on
earth, the Last Supper and
Calvary combined (Jesus offering
himself to the last drop of blood for each of us). It is food to make
our journey possible. I’ve been on the road for 72 years. In my first
experience of the Eucharist, I remember the nuns telling me that Jesus
lived in the Tabernacle. I was always trying to look past the priest
when the door was open, expecting to see a little bed and little sofa.
I learned that Holy Communion was sacred and a mystery. Do you remember
when we had to fast from midnight? I was talking outside of church one
Sunday and a fly flew in my mouth and I swallowed it. I did not receive
Communion because I thought the fly was protein. Sunday Mass was an
important part of my life as a Catholic wife and mother. I needed all
the grace I could get.
Life was challenging for
Frank and I. I had nine pregnancies and seven births in fifteen years.
All but the first were risky. I had the RH Factor. My third baby,
John, died after birth and his sister Maureen was born ten months
after. Maureen had Cerebral Palsy. All she was capable of doing was
making noise, rolling her big brown cow eyes and smiling. So I
thought. Until she joined her brother when she was ten years old.
People at the Cerebral Palsy Center shared with me how she touched them,
from the bus driver to the custodian to the aides and therapists Maureen
was a joy. I had no idea of how God was using her. She taught us
compassion and gratitude. We all have what she had, the ability to
smile and make a joyful noise to the Lord. Thank you Jesus for Maureen.
Twenty five years ago, we
again were going through a had time and *I was invited to make a
Cursillo at Saint Paul’s. It is a special three day retreat. I call it
a gift you give yourself. It changed my life and gave me a new way of
thinking “God don’t make junk.” I am special, unique one of a kind
masterpieces, created by God. I am the daughter of a King. That makes
me royalty “Princess Maryann.”
On the weekend, the Holy
Spirit spoke to my heart in these words “Take the Ca-Ca (#!*#&*) and
turn it to fertilizer and grow from it.” I was able to see good in
people and situations. It drove Frank crazy. I was always making
excuses as to why people did things. Two years later he made a Cursillo
(which he swore he would never do), and he started making fertilizer.
He grew into a happy, holy Christian, Catholic man, with a desire to
serve.
On my weekend, I promised to
do my best to go to daily Mass. I had a hunger and thirst to receive
Jesus and hear His Holy word. I would walk to 7 o’clock Mass, get home
and eat and be ready at 7:45 am to be picked up for work. There I met a
beautiful, caring family of the Eucharist; Wanda, Bill, Jack, Kenny,
Helen Grace, Mary Ann and little Rosa who kept us all in line. It took
me three decades to the Rosary to walk to Mass each day (ten blocks).
Then I got a bicycle. When Frank saw that rain, snow and ice would not
keep me from Mass, he got up and drove me. Soon he became part of the
family. He was a daily communicant for the rest of his life “Taste and
see the goodness of God.”
Not on bread alone is man to
live on, but on every utterance from the mouth of God. God’s word is
also food for the soul. I found that there is less distraction at
weekday Mass and it is easier to listen and hear the Word of God than on
Sundays. I had time to sit and listen to Jesus after Communion. He put
many good thoughts and challenges in my heart and He gave me the courage
to follow them through. He is an awesome God. Just one word from the
homily or readings would sustain me till the next day. “If you want to
avoid judgment, stop passing judgment.” :The means with which you
measure will be used to measure you.” “Stop worrying tomorrow. Let
tomorrow take care of itself. Today has troubles enough of its own.”
“Remember where you treasure is, there your heart is also.” Remembering
those words in times of decision making helps me to make the right
choices.
God is GOOD all the time. If it is GOOD
it is of GOD, because God is always in G-O-O-D
I remember having a heavy
heart walking to Mass one day, and I found an empty soda can at the end of
the block. I kicked it all the way down Park Avenue
to church. It felt good. As I sat in prayer in church I realized I had
not once looked up at the cross-streets. God’s presence was proven.
After Communion I left my problem at the foot of the crucifix. On going
home, I could not find the can. In sharing my problem with Jesus, I
didn’t need the can any more. The more we endure with patience and grace,
the stronger we grow and the more we can face. I found forgiveness in the
Eucharist. My son Frankie wrote a litter before he died and I read it
about a half and hour before we were going to
Mass. With a broken heart and anger
towards three men with whom he worked, who acted childishly and tormented
him with untruths, his supervisor assured him of the trust he had in him,
but the fragile state he was in this hazing broke his spirit to live. I
had 25 minutes to hate or 25 minutes to forgive. To hate meant not going
before the altar of God and receiving the Eucharist. I chose forgiveness,
for the God I worship and adore is kind and just and merciful. I prayed
for these men and their families and still do. So you see death and
heartache were no strangers to Frank and I. Only through our faith in God
and His faithfulness to us did we come out smiling (most of the time).
Again the Eucharist was
guiding me. Upon leaving Mass on a Monday morning a friend motioned to me
to come to her. Her face showed confusion and hurt. In her hand she
gently held a host that she had scrapped up off the floor. You could tell
it had been consumed and spat out. She asked “What should I do?” I took
the host, broke it in half and we each ate the broken and spat upon body
of Christ. It was a profound and Holy and humbling moment as we stood and
held one another. This placed a desire in my heart to serve.
Frank and I became Ministers
of the Eucharist at Good Samaritan. What a privilege and humbling
experience to bring Jesus to the sick. To see a face light up when they
recognized you from Church was a paycheck. Frank got the Maternity Unit a
couple of times and I think he thought he was the grandfather of every
baby. When I had the floor I was able to cry with and offer comfort to a
mom who had a sick baby, or NO baby to take home. They loved when
I would place my pix on the baby and bless them.
If the mom was nursing at the
time I would tell her it was the baby’s First Communion. We then began to
serve our sisters and brothers in Christ in the parish. Frank served
until the day he died. I served that day after leaving the hospital. The
Eucharist that day gave me strength and courage to do what was expected of
me in those next trying and holy days. I felt Jesus telling me to have an
attitude of gratitude. Be grateful for what you had and don’t dwell on
what you no longer have. So be quiet and listen to the Holy Spirit. Be in
the state of grace and make sure it is Jesus who is speaking to your
heart. If it is good, it will have God in it.
I was told that a Christian is
a happy person because he knows the Love of God. I remember seeing a
bumper sticker that read, “If you have the love and joy of Jesus in your
heart, please notify your face.”
Thank you for listening to my
story. We all have a story to tell. Think about yours and share them. I
would love to hear them.
May the Peace of Christ be
always with you, and keep smiling, for the joy of the Lord is our
strength. Amen
Witness talk “The Eucharist Through
the Years” presented by Mary Ann Farrell
August 24, 2005 at the occasion of
Evening Prayer on the Lawn
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