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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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