PainPositive said:I have always wondered if Catholics believe that it's the actual blood and body of Christ why are they eating it? If a piece of Christ's calf meat were on the table and his literal blood was in a cup you'd drink it? I've taken communion and always thought it tasted like wine. Where does this come from?
Jesus' own words in Chapter 6 in The Gospel of John, which scandalized the crowd.
I've been thinking about this recently, wondering why my Sister and I never felt Jesus' presence as a child. We've both said that during those childhood masses there was like there was something missing at the centre of it: a void where God should be.
The church we attended was built in the early 70's, and since it was Post-Vatican II, it's built in the Protestant style. There's a Cross rather than a Crucifix. Everything is round and 'modernistic'. The Masses were very much what Tradcats accuse the Modern Novus Ordo of being: guitar, hippie songs, trying to 'entertain' the Crowd.
I live very close to this Church, but since my Justification, I have never felt any strong urge to attend that Church and drive to the far side of town to go attend Mass. I trust where God leads me.
However, once or twice, due to illness, I've been forced to walk around there and attend Mass - it's still a very strange church - and I've figured out the issue.
I remember the first time I went to the Cathedral here I noticed Prayer Kneelers lined up in front of a grand marble edifice containing a statue of Jesus. Thinking it was the place to pray, I dropped to my knees and started praying.
Very quickly, I looked up. There was a golden door in the middle of this edifice, and I understood: Jesus is here, right in front of me, in that vault.
This is how I discovered what a Tabernacle was. As a woman from my RCIA group said to me, "I didn't understand when I first came into the Cathedral, but I did when I knelt to pray: he's right there."
I can also feel the arrival of his presence at the moment of Consecration - people seem to think it happens during the references to the Last Supper. No, it's "... so that it may become the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ" a little before that. Sometimes it's more dramatic, like a breath of wind blowing into your soul. Sometimes you just know the change has happened.
Note that this happens regardless of whether its a Novus Ordo or Latin Mass, or whether I think the Priest lives up to my emotional standards of what I believe Holiness is.
This is why, before our recent miseries, I spent eight hours a week in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament. I'm not big noting myself. I want to be there. I'm not 'worshipping bread'. I'm swimming in the vast ocean of His love and loving him in return. To outward appearances, I'm just sitting there, silently, looking at a piece of bread.
So what was the issue with my childhood church? I've been back, out of curiousity. The place still rubs me the wrong way, and it took me a while to figure it out.
There's no clear tabernacle in the Church.
There is, but you have to really look for it. It's off in a tiny chapel to the back left of where you enter, but that Chapel is generally closed off by a set of yellow-green 70's accordion doors. Even in the Chapel, it's not front and Centre, but sitting immediately to the left of the tiny entrance door.
It breaks my heart over how disrespected He is there. His presence is very, very weak.
On Divine Mercy Sunday, I quietly let a homeless man I've interacted with a few times around town into Church, whom seemed to have been drawn there. I held the door open, he came in and then stood, quietly-fixated on the tabernacle, for about ten-to-fifteen minutes or so. Then he left without a word.
Now, with regards to the Real Presence, miracles happen all the time around the Eucharist, often then exposed to scientifically-scrutiny. Why don't you hear about this? Because the Media and Academia are completely-controlled by a Religion that rejects and despises Christ. Here's some recent ones, you can usually find scientific videos on Youtube:
Note how it's specifically flesh of the heart, and the Blood Type remains consistent.
A much longer list:
So, understand us Catholics know we're currently being denied the Real Presence of Christ. And that's OK, because our Faith strengthens us for moments like this, because we continue to walk in Trust and Love.
"Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our Father's love - difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul's miseries, her burdens, her needs - everything, because through them, she learns humility, realizes her weakness. Everything is a grace because everything is God's gift. Whatever be the character of life or its unexpected events - to the heart that loves, all is well." ~ St Therese of Lisieux