Tuesday, July 20, 2010
It's there, in the oxidized copper of a steeple; in the distant gong of a bell; in the flicker of a votive light caught in a glimpse of a darkened church through a stained glass window. It's a longing and an ache, but it is not unrequited love. It's not an it, but a Person, waiting in the guise of bread, St. Therese's Divine Prisoner of Love. Jesus in the Eucharist calls out from His gilded prison in search of our company. The church is locked, so what to do? A simple nod from the sidewalk toward the direction of the tabernacle and an ejaculaion of "Lord Jesus, Son of God and Son of Mary, have mercy on me, a sinner." And then continue home.
Posted by TLW at 8:12 PM