Nothing like Sunday morning. I’m always in tears at every Mass. Feeling God’s presence is breathtaking. I feel him waiting for me at the alter. Everyone around me disappears and it’s just me and him. I feel so loved. I feel so warm. He knows ME. He cares about ME. He loves ME.
It is a beautiful sight to see, in my mind, The Lord, Jesus Christ walking in parallel with His priest toward the Ambo during the singing of the Alleluia, but being much larger in stature than the priest and adorned in white cloth instead of green, with golden filigree and embroidery, with a crown, walking confidently, and with a slight smile as He contemplates the love He will serve in His Word.
Likewise, it is beautiful to see the Lord, Jesus Christ coming forward in the clouds when the Sanctus is sung. At the Epiclesis, He breathes, “Receive My Spirit – receive Me.” In Holy Communion, there He Is to give Himself for you – smiling affectionately, “I AM truly happy that you are here.”
These images have come to me over the last several weeks during several Sunday Masses. I am happy now to share them.
Let us actively…
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