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Awesome God in my tiny hands

Have you ever had to deliver Christ in the Eucharist to someone who could not walk themselves to receive? 

I tell you, what a humbling experience.  You'd think over the years, perhaps everyone would have this type of responsibility for some reason or another.  But alas, not everyone has, as I certainly had never had this privilege, until just yesterday.

Sitting next to my 89 year old Grandmother, unable to walk comfortably up the aisle, she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Honey, bring me Communion, will you?"

Of course, my response was a head nod, while inside my head was spinning as to how to practically manage my own receiving and yet request another.  I simply walked up the aisle and mentally went through the steps of how to politely request this additional Body of Christ for my ailing Grandmother.  In the exact moment after I made my request to the Priest, I was overcome, as I looked down at these two pieces of Our Lord.

I received mine and then, I looked down to see my Grandmother's and not sure how to properly walk back to the pew, I covered the Eucharist with my other hand to protect it's contents.  In those few steps back to the pew, I had an overwhelming sense of just what I was carrying.  I looked down at my hands forming a home for Our Lord, and noticed just how small my hands really were in comparison to what they held.

Here, I carried Our Lord inside.

Here,  I covered Him with my tiny fingers.

Here, I sheltered Him, close to my own beating heart.

Here, I brought Him to someone who couldn't walk for herself.

I sat down in the pew, turned to my Grandmother, and opened my hands to her.  She met my eyes and I whispered, "The Body of Christ, Grama".

Her answer, so sweet and simple, "Amen, My Dear".

She took our Awesome God from my tiny hands, received Him, and I sat back in the pew, swimming in my own thoughts of such a potent moment for me.

I actually brought Our Lord to someone else, in every way you can imagine, Our Lord was transported to another by my hands, by my feet, by my obedience.  I was elevated by only what I held. AND I was humbled and minimized by what I held.

What a contradiction for me, yet so perfectly understood in that serene moment of delivery of Our Lord to the woman who used to teach me about God.  Here, I gave her God, after so many years watching her example.  What a blessed, blessed morning!

Years from now, I'll remember this moment as monumental in my life.  I brought the Lord to her, an ailing woman, whose Faith was steadfast.  I witnessed her give me a role, uncomfortable as it might be, but a role that we all must take up, especially parents of young children, we must bring Christ to the family.  We must not only care and minister to our aging, but to our young.  And who will do it? 

Who will bring Christ in any form to those we love the most?  Who?  As a parent, as a witness to Faith, we must rise to the occasion, as tough as it might seem, as humbling as it truly is, to give Christ to others.  It might not be in the exact fashion as I had experienced just yesterday, but how often can we be an example of love, acceptance and compassion to those around us? 

Isn't that too, bringing Christ to others?  It might seem daunting, yes, indeed to see God in my tiny hands, waiting for me to act.  But truth is like that.  It's daunting, and intimidating.  Perhaps others in our life will respond in that same sweet response of understanding Truth, with a unmistakable 'yes' like.....

 "Amen, my dear, Amen."

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