“I thank God for using my little son to bring me closer to His Son.”
This morning at Mass I saw a young boy start to cry because he was too young to receive the Eucharist. His tears touched my heart because I too, once cried for the Eucharist.
I was raised in the Methodist Church and continued in that faith tradition after I married a Catholic man. When my 5-year-old son started talking about Mommy’s church and Papa’s church, I knew something had to change or my children would grow up thinking it doesn’t matter how they worship. I decided I could get as much from attending Catholic Mass as from a Methodist service, so we began attending Mass together as a family. It didn’t take long before my heart began to hurt when, Sunday after Sunday, I watched everyone else receive Jesus in the Eucharist and I couldn’t. The only solution was to become Catholic and I started RCIA class as soon as possible.
On January 25, 1998, I was confirmed and was finally able to receive Jesus – Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity. That day, 25 years ago, was the beginning of a new journey with Jesus.
Changes came slowly at first. I had a lot to learn. After I was taught daily mental prayer and began to attend daily Mass, my relationship with Jesus only grew more and more.
The hardest thing about the pandemic was not being able to receive the Eucharist for so many weeks. Jesus is always present but never so present as in the Eucharist. I thank God for using my little son to bring me closer to His Son.