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I don't remember reading John, Chapter 6 before I began learning about the Catholicism. I mean, I'm sure that I must have. My brain is brimming with Bible verses, to this day (for which I am extremely grateful and that gift is absolutely one I plan on passing on to my children, because I have learned that memorized verses can echo through the years and show up at just the right moment). But I don't remember reading it.
You see, I grew up thinking that communion was something that was simply symbolic. It was done about once a month and I thought it was pretty. The little cups of grape juice were passed around on a silver try with little cup holders set in it so they wouldn't spill... but it had next to nothing in common with the Catholic idea of receiving the Eucharist.
When I told a friend at work, who was a serious protestant, that I was going to convert when Paul and I got married his eyes widened and he said: "No way Cammie, do you know what they believe? They believe in transubstantiation! Do you know what that is?"
I didn't. But my mind was made up. My husband and I would be attending the same church.
Later I remember a conversation in the car with Paul while we driving up the central valley, that went something like this:
Later I remember a conversation in the car with Paul while we driving up the central valley, that went something like this:
Me: "Wait, so your saying I have to say that I believe that it actually becomes the body and blood of Christ to become Catholic?"
Paul: "Yeah. You also have to reject Satan. Is that too tough for you?"
He said it in a not all together serious voice, that conveyed that he thought my question was unbelievably ridiculous. I'd laughed and pushed the question to the back of my mind. Yet still, it stands out, largely because at that point I didn't yet believe, but a major change in my thinking was coming, a dramatic life changing switch, some time between that conversation and my confirmation. I didn't believe in transubstantiation at that moment. I did when I was confirmed.
How on earth did that happen?
You see, I look back, and I can't pinpoint the exact moment. How did it happen? The question is genuine. Grace, is the only answer that I can come up with. Amazing, life changing grace.
There was so much that I didn't believe, so much that I couldn't accept. The idea of the Eucharist was so foreign... and the rest? Well, I hadn't really started seeking answers to my questions yet. I accepted the answers our culture had given me and repeated cop-out defenses like: "Well I never would ___________, but I can't judge someone else's decision as right or wrong..."
Later I would read and learn and pour over explanations and find that every question I had was answered perfectly, that there was no reason for me to believe I had to exchange logic for faith. The two went hand in hand. At the time, however, I began by asking for faith. And my prayer was answered over and above what I could have imagined.
Later I would read and learn and pour over explanations and find that every question I had was answered perfectly, that there was no reason for me to believe I had to exchange logic for faith. The two went hand in hand. At the time, however, I began by asking for faith. And my prayer was answered over and above what I could have imagined.
I began to pray the rosary. I prayed it daily. As month after month passed my heart began to change. It must have been gradual, because I didn't really notice what was going on until it had already happened. And suddenly, not only did I believe, but I was giddy. I went forward to receive the Eucharist that first time and it was as if all my thoughts were suspended and still. I experienced a sort of glowing, soaring, humming rush of emotion that words can't even come close to describing (rather obviously, I'd say, after attempting to do just that in this sentence).
And while I don't remember an exact moment for this monumental change in the way I thought, I do know that the sixth chapter of John was a prominent part of why it happened. I've read the words over and over again, these past years, and I can't believe I ever doubted what Jesus meant when he gave us the instructions to eat this bread and drink this cup. Let's look at what he actually said (with some bolding and color for emphasis):
Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that a man may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will live for ever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh."
The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?"
So Jesus said to them, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him. As the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so he who eats me will live because of me. This is the bread which came down from heaven, not such as the fathers ate and died; he who eats this bread will live for ever. "This he said in the synagogue, as he taught at Caper'na-um. Many of his disciples, when they heard it, said, "This is a hard saying; who can listen to it?"
But Jesus, knowing in himself that his disciples murmured at it, said to them, "Do you take offense at this? Then what if you were to see the Son of man ascending where he was before? It is the spirit that gives life, the flesh is of no avail; the words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. But there are some of you that do not believe."
For Jesus knew from the first who those were that did not believe, and who it was that would betray him. And he said, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted him by the Father." After this many of his disciples drew back and no longer went about with him.
Jesus said to the twelve, "Do you also wish to go away? "Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life; and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God." John 6: 47-69
From a Biblical standpoint I believe that these verses should erase any doubt that Christians have in the real presence in the Eucharist if they're looking for answers in scripture. It's right there. If Jesus was speaking symbolically, disciples wouldn't have drawn back and left him. It wouldn't have been a hard teaching. If he'd said "here have some bread and wine in remembrance of me" no one would have bolted.
Yet this teaching was a deal breaker. People who had followed him walked away. It was a big deal. It is a big deal.
And that is why I have a hard time understanding exactly what they're thinking, when people give the various reasons that are often given for leaving the Catholic Church. When I've heard that they didn't like something about the people at the parish or the priest or the music, I've felt a sympathy in having experienced things that have annoyed and troubled me in the past, but at the same time I want to shout: "But what about the Eucharist! The real presence! You walked away from the real presence of Christ, waiting for you there in the tabernacle, waiting forever just for you, because the music annoyed you? Or because you thought the fellowship was better somewhere else?"
There's a reason that people risk their lives to receive the Eucharist. There's a reason that martyrs have died for it.
And it's not because it's a little symbol that you can find anywhere.
It's because Jesus left us with a promise and a Church through which we might receive that promise. People are imperfect. They make mistakes. The Church stands, as it has through the ages, a light in dark times.
And the grace of this sacrament (and all the others!)? I haven't even begun to touch on that and already I've written at least a days worth of ramblings...
For you see, almost immediately I realized that going to Mass wasn't some favor I was doing God... It was the greatest gift that he had given me. For the grace offered through the reception of the Eucharist is indescribable...
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This series will be continued soon! Part 4 is now up!
I too was brought into the church because of the Eucharist, and by Our Lady through the Rosary. I remember saying as I prepared to say my first rosary, "God, I hope this doesn't offend you." What a silly thought! Once I became convinced of the Real Presence I knew I had to convert. How could I not? Some of the greatest blessings I have received this year have come through the rosary and adoration. And every Sunday as I receive Jesus in the Eucharist I pray, "Lord, never let me take this for granted."
ReplyDeleteAs a cradle Catholic, I echo your sentiments about the Eucharist when I hear people leave because of not liking something or agreeing with something. I want to scream How can you leave such a treasure--the pearl of great price!!
ReplyDeleteI have been considering wearing a scapular and I noticed that you wear one and was wondering if you could explain your experience doing so?
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Sue
Cam, I have followed your (sometimes) blather for years now. Never have you written something more clearly, nor more powerfully.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
A wonderful post! Your words confirm its Truth!
ReplyDeleteJust came across your blog. About the how you came to believe in the Real Presence: I was employed once at a local Catholic church, and on Holy Thursday I went into the church where the Eucharist was being exposed (until midnight) for visitors who might come in (as is tradition in our area on Holy Thursday night.) No one else was in the church, and I had deliberately stayed to make sure no vandals came in and desecrated the Eucharist. My "boss" came in, a layman who had attended the seminary but never became a priest, whose job title was Director of Community Formation. He asked me why I was hanging around so long that evening, and I told him I wanted to make sure no one desecrated Our Lord, and he looked at me like I had just grown a second head. And seeing his look I said, "Don't you believe in the Real Presence?" and he said to me, "No. Not really." I was flabbergasted. But it just goes to show how even people actively involved in the Catholic Church, the guy they made responsible for "Community Formation," might fit the description Jesus gave of those who call Him "Lord, Lord." but He never knew. Your confession of your belief in the Real Presence reminded me of this story. God bless you and your family.
ReplyDeleteOf course... you could just do a test on it couldn't you? Maybe put a bit in a test tube after it has been blessed and see if it contains haemoglobin. If it does, then it's blood - and you don't need to have all these conversations with people to convince them. You could just say "look it's blood - here are some lab results showing how the wine in our church contained haemoglobin. It's amazing!"
ReplyDeleteOf course the tests might come back just saying that it's wine... but presumably your faith is strong enough not to worry about that possibility.
Generally the Eucharist is under the appearance of bread and wine, meaning that if you were to test it the tests would come back exactly as anyone who lacks faith would expect. God doesn't force us to believe in him.
DeleteHowever there have been plenty of Eucharistic miracles throughout time that have been well documented and investigated. You might want to read a bit about one (of many) such miracles the Miracle of Lanciano. It was a Eucharistic miracle where the body and blood were also transformed visually when a monk who was saying Mass doubted the real presence. Here's a bit of information (there's a lot out there) from Wikipedia:
"The examination[2] in 1971 was performed by Odoardo Linoli, a professor in anatomy and pathological histology as well as chemistry and clinical microscopy, and former head of the Laboratory of Pathological Anatomy at the Hospital of Arezzo.[3] He was assisted by Ruggero Bertelli, a retired professor of human anatomy at the University of Siena. The report was published in Quaderni Sclavo di Diagnostica Clinica e di Laboratori in 1971.[3][4]
Linoli's released his findings in March 1971. His study confirmed that the flesh was human cardiac tissue, and the blood was type AB (The same blood type found on the shroud of Turin). In the blood there were found proteins in the same normal proportions (percentage-wise) as are found in the sero-proteic make-up of fresh normal blood. Linoli found no trace of preservatives.[5]"