ENTER THE TABERNACLE
"Come unto me, all who labor and are burdened and I will give you rest." Jesus lives in the Tabernacle, beneath the Veil of the Host, a hidden and lonely existence. God is in fact, abandoned within the tabernacle, ignored and forgotten. Locked behind the brass doors, the Divine Stranger waits for us to acknowledge his presence. How dear we are to Him, that He would give Body and Blood for our salvation. Come, let us visit Him! Every Drop of His Blood was shed for us. Not one was spared. From the first Precious bead that rolled down His face in the Agony of the Garden, to the last that mingled with the water from the Wound in His Side, His Blood was spent for us! How wondrous, how fortunate we are who consume it! Oh, that the unknowing souls could learn what nourishments await them at the altar. St. Peter Julian Eymard said, "The Eucharist was sown at Bethlehem. What is the Eucharist but "the wheat of the elect" and "the living bread...this heavenly wheat was, as it were, sown at Bethlehem, "the house of bread." Recall that blessed day of your First Holy Communion, when Jesus entered your innocent soul for the first time. Become again a child for Christ. The Babe of Bethlehem was born on an altar of straw. He was coming to be united to us. Come to the Tabernacle, where you will find not only the crucified Christ, but our Infant Saviour. Few people were privileged to be close to Christ in His hidden life. When He walked the earth, His first years were spent in obscurity. His public life was a brief three years. He spent those years laying the groundwork for His Church. One of the greatest gifts He left with us before making His way up Calvary, has become the sustenance of our spiritual existence. Being filled with the Body of Christ, we are protected from the enemies of our soul. Being washed in the Blood of the Lamb, we watch as the plagues of the earth pass over our homes. Despite this, many Catholics today have no practical knowledge of their Friend in the Eucharist. He is as unknown atop the altar as He was in the stable at Bethlehem. He subjected Himself to death on the cross for our sins. At each Holy Mass, that sacrifice is repeated. On each altar, where the tabernacle houses His body, He gives Himself to us, again and again. Who has gone before Him in grief and not felt him bundle their sorrow into his Sacred Heart? Let us say with the woman of scripture, “If I shall touch but his garment, I shall be made whole.” (Mark 5:28) Draw near to the tabernacle and you will drench yourself in the graces that abound in the dwelling place of the Lord. But the first time we enter the church and approach the Tabernacle with a longing to receive - not just a little white host that tells those around us we are one of God’s children - but the Flesh and Blood of Christ! When we make ourselves truly aware of what we are taking upon our tongue, when we return to our pew and savor the salvation He gave us, we are really and truly released from the pains and sadness of this dreadful earth. And when we are not in church, or can’t receive for some reason, we close our eyes and approach the altar in spirit. We hesitate for just a moment before the brass doors that lock away our God. Not only did He become man and die for us, but He also allowed that His Flesh be ever present for us who need the strength it provides. Much more than the manna in the desert is this Bread of Life! Let's not hesitate any longer, but walk our soul to the tabernacle door, raise our hand and knock. How many different ways He opens the door. He knows what we need each time and responds. At times we need the Child Jesus to answer. Perhaps we don’t feel such shame in telling the Child our fears. A smile fills His Face as He sees us there. “Come in,” He says, “And stay with me.” To Him we can say anything since He knows it all anyway. He bandages our hurts and heals our pain with just the touch of His Little Hand. We don’t want to open our eyes; we don’t want the visit to be over. He tells us not to worry, He will go with us, and we will not be alone. And then there are the times that despite the fact we don’t want to look at it, He answers the door covered in His Precious Blood. He is battered and bruised from the beatings, the thorns, and the nails. Spit from the crowd clings to His wounds and we are angry with those who did this to Him! How dare they! Oh but, when we look into His dear eyes, we see that it was us! We did this to Him each and every time we turned away from Him and chose sin. We are ashamed and afraid to face Him. Self-pity and the demons it employs reach out with fiery hands to clutch us. We want to run from what we have done. We know nothing of such pain as His. We are on the verge of turning away, fleeing the site of such sorrow when His chest opens wide and reveals to us His Sacred Heart. We see there that he bore these wounds gladly. He actually chose these sufferings because He so loved us. Can we not then caress Him with love as He did us the last time we were here? And so we enter the Tabernacle, taking His blood stained arm and placing it around our shoulders we lead Him to a crude bench where He can sit down. And then like St. Thomas, we place our fingers gently over His Sacred Wounds. Blood of Christ covers our fingers; love of Christ fills our hearts. When we have held His pain thus, ours fades away. And once again we leave the Tabernacle refreshed and prepared to meet the horrors of this world. Sometimes Our Blessed Lady is there. There has never been one who gave so much and was thanked so little as Her Son. And though she knows He died for us, she knows it was for this purpose He became her Son. And so she loves us too. She became the Mother of God because He loved us. In giving her Son to the world, she crushed the head of the demon that tries to devour us. "I adore Thee, O Precious Blood of Jesus...I adore Thee enclosed in the veins of Jesus, preserved in His humanity like the manna in the golden urn, the memorial of the eternal Redemption which He accomplished during the days of His earthly life. I adore the Precious Blood flowing from Thy veins in Gethsemane, from the Flesh torn by scourges in the Praetorium, from Thy pierced hands and feet and from Thy opened side on Golgotha. I place my trust in Thee, O adorable Blood! Fall, drop by drop, into the hearts that have wandered from Thee and soften their hardness. O adorable Blood of Jesus, irrigate the Church; make her fruitful with Apostles and miracle-workers, enrich her with souls that are holy, pure and radiant with divine beauty..." St. Albert the Great Blessed be God! O Sacrament most Holy, O Sacrament Divine all praise and all thanksgiving, be every moment Thine! CHECK OUT THIS TRULY CATHOLIC STORY ABOUT THE FAITH The Samurai And The Tea A Legacy of Japan's Early Christians By Cathy Brueggemann Beil Sign Guestbook View Guestbook archive_guest_book
"Come unto me, all who labor and are burdened and I will give you rest."
Jesus lives in the Tabernacle, beneath the Veil of the Host, a hidden and lonely existence. God is in fact, abandoned within the tabernacle, ignored and forgotten. Locked behind the brass doors, the Divine Stranger waits for us to acknowledge his presence. How dear we are to Him, that He would give Body and Blood for our salvation.
Come, let us visit Him!
Every Drop of His Blood was shed for us. Not one was spared. From the first Precious bead that rolled down His face in the Agony of the Garden, to the last that mingled with the water from the Wound in His Side, His Blood was spent for us! How wondrous, how fortunate we are who consume it! Oh, that the unknowing souls could learn what nourishments await them at the altar. St. Peter Julian Eymard said, "The Eucharist was sown at Bethlehem. What is the Eucharist but "the wheat of the elect" and "the living bread...this heavenly wheat was, as it were, sown at Bethlehem, "the house of bread." Recall that blessed day of your First Holy Communion, when Jesus entered your innocent soul for the first time. Become again a child for Christ. The Babe of Bethlehem was born on an altar of straw. He was coming to be united to us. Come to the Tabernacle, where you will find not only the crucified Christ, but our Infant Saviour. Few people were privileged to be close to Christ in His hidden life. When He walked the earth, His first years were spent in obscurity. His public life was a brief three years. He spent those years laying the groundwork for His Church. One of the greatest gifts He left with us before making His way up Calvary, has become the sustenance of our spiritual existence. Being filled with the Body of Christ, we are protected from the enemies of our soul. Being washed in the Blood of the Lamb, we watch as the plagues of the earth pass over our homes. Despite this, many Catholics today have no practical knowledge of their Friend in the Eucharist. He is as unknown atop the altar as He was in the stable at Bethlehem. He subjected Himself to death on the cross for our sins. At each Holy Mass, that sacrifice is repeated. On each altar, where the tabernacle houses His body, He gives Himself to us, again and again. Who has gone before Him in grief and not felt him bundle their sorrow into his Sacred Heart? Let us say with the woman of scripture, “If I shall touch but his garment, I shall be made whole.” (Mark 5:28) Draw near to the tabernacle and you will drench yourself in the graces that abound in the dwelling place of the Lord. But the first time we enter the church and approach the Tabernacle with a longing to receive - not just a little white host that tells those around us we are one of God’s children - but the Flesh and Blood of Christ! When we make ourselves truly aware of what we are taking upon our tongue, when we return to our pew and savor the salvation He gave us, we are really and truly released from the pains and sadness of this dreadful earth. And when we are not in church, or can’t receive for some reason, we close our eyes and approach the altar in spirit. We hesitate for just a moment before the brass doors that lock away our God. Not only did He become man and die for us, but He also allowed that His Flesh be ever present for us who need the strength it provides. Much more than the manna in the desert is this Bread of Life! Let's not hesitate any longer, but walk our soul to the tabernacle door, raise our hand and knock. How many different ways He opens the door. He knows what we need each time and responds. At times we need the Child Jesus to answer. Perhaps we don’t feel such shame in telling the Child our fears. A smile fills His Face as He sees us there. “Come in,” He says, “And stay with me.” To Him we can say anything since He knows it all anyway. He bandages our hurts and heals our pain with just the touch of His Little Hand. We don’t want to open our eyes; we don’t want the visit to be over. He tells us not to worry, He will go with us, and we will not be alone. And then there are the times that despite the fact we don’t want to look at it, He answers the door covered in His Precious Blood. He is battered and bruised from the beatings, the thorns, and the nails. Spit from the crowd clings to His wounds and we are angry with those who did this to Him! How dare they! Oh but, when we look into His dear eyes, we see that it was us! We did this to Him each and every time we turned away from Him and chose sin. We are ashamed and afraid to face Him. Self-pity and the demons it employs reach out with fiery hands to clutch us. We want to run from what we have done. We know nothing of such pain as His. We are on the verge of turning away, fleeing the site of such sorrow when His chest opens wide and reveals to us His Sacred Heart. We see there that he bore these wounds gladly. He actually chose these sufferings because He so loved us. Can we not then caress Him with love as He did us the last time we were here? And so we enter the Tabernacle, taking His blood stained arm and placing it around our shoulders we lead Him to a crude bench where He can sit down. And then like St. Thomas, we place our fingers gently over His Sacred Wounds. Blood of Christ covers our fingers; love of Christ fills our hearts. When we have held His pain thus, ours fades away. And once again we leave the Tabernacle refreshed and prepared to meet the horrors of this world. Sometimes Our Blessed Lady is there. There has never been one who gave so much and was thanked so little as Her Son. And though she knows He died for us, she knows it was for this purpose He became her Son. And so she loves us too. She became the Mother of God because He loved us. In giving her Son to the world, she crushed the head of the demon that tries to devour us. "I adore Thee, O Precious Blood of Jesus...I adore Thee enclosed in the veins of Jesus, preserved in His humanity like the manna in the golden urn, the memorial of the eternal Redemption which He accomplished during the days of His earthly life. I adore the Precious Blood flowing from Thy veins in Gethsemane, from the Flesh torn by scourges in the Praetorium, from Thy pierced hands and feet and from Thy opened side on Golgotha. I place my trust in Thee, O adorable Blood! Fall, drop by drop, into the hearts that have wandered from Thee and soften their hardness. O adorable Blood of Jesus, irrigate the Church; make her fruitful with Apostles and miracle-workers, enrich her with souls that are holy, pure and radiant with divine beauty..." St. Albert the Great Blessed be God! O Sacrament most Holy, O Sacrament Divine all praise and all thanksgiving, be every moment Thine!
From the first Precious bead that rolled down His face in the Agony of the Garden, to the last that mingled with the water from the Wound in His Side, His Blood was spent for us! How wondrous, how fortunate we are who consume it! Oh, that the unknowing souls could learn what nourishments await them at the altar.
From the first Precious bead that rolled down His face in the Agony of the Garden, to the last that mingled with the water from the Wound in His Side, His Blood was spent for us!
How wondrous, how fortunate we are who consume it! Oh, that the unknowing souls could learn what nourishments await them at the altar.
St. Peter Julian Eymard said, "The Eucharist was sown at Bethlehem. What is the Eucharist but "the wheat of the elect" and "the living bread...this heavenly wheat was, as it were, sown at Bethlehem, "the house of bread."
Recall that blessed day of your First Holy Communion, when Jesus entered your innocent soul for the first time. Become again a child for Christ.
The Babe of Bethlehem was born on an altar of straw. He was coming to be united to us.
Come to the Tabernacle, where you will find not only the crucified Christ, but our Infant Saviour.
Few people were privileged to be close to Christ in His hidden life. When He walked the earth, His first years were spent in obscurity.
His public life was a brief three years. He spent those years laying the groundwork for His Church.
One of the greatest gifts He left with us before making His way up Calvary, has become the sustenance of our spiritual existence.
Being filled with the Body of Christ, we are protected from the enemies of our soul. Being washed in the Blood of the Lamb, we watch as the plagues of the earth pass over our homes.
Despite this, many Catholics today have no practical knowledge of their Friend in the Eucharist. He is as unknown atop the altar as He was in the stable at Bethlehem.
He subjected Himself to death on the cross for our sins. At each Holy Mass, that sacrifice is repeated. On each altar, where the tabernacle houses His body, He gives Himself to us, again and again.
Who has gone before Him in grief and not felt him bundle their sorrow into his Sacred Heart? Let us say with the woman of scripture, “If I shall touch but his garment, I shall be made whole.” (Mark 5:28)
Draw near to the tabernacle and you will drench yourself in the graces that abound in the dwelling place of the Lord.
And when we are not in church, or can’t receive for some reason, we close our eyes and approach the altar in spirit. We hesitate for just a moment before the brass doors that lock away our God. Not only did He become man and die for us, but He also allowed that His Flesh be ever present for us who need the strength it provides. Much more than the manna in the desert is this Bread of Life!
How many different ways He opens the door. He knows what we need each time and responds. At times we need the Child Jesus to answer. Perhaps we don’t feel such shame in telling the Child our fears.
A smile fills His Face as He sees us there. “Come in,” He says, “And stay with me.” To Him we can say anything since He knows it all anyway. He bandages our hurts and heals our pain with just the touch of His Little Hand. We don’t want to open our eyes; we don’t want the visit to be over. He tells us not to worry, He will go with us, and we will not be alone.
And then there are the times that despite the fact we don’t want to look at it, He answers the door covered in His Precious Blood. He is battered and bruised from the beatings, the thorns, and the nails. Spit from the crowd clings to His wounds and we are angry with those who did this to Him! How dare they!
Oh but, when we look into His dear eyes, we see that it was us! We did this to Him each and every time we turned away from Him and chose sin. We are ashamed and afraid to face Him. Self-pity and the demons it employs reach out with fiery hands to clutch us. We want to run from what we have done.
We know nothing of such pain as His. We are on the verge of turning away, fleeing the site of such sorrow when His chest opens wide and reveals to us His Sacred Heart. We see there that he bore these wounds gladly. He actually chose these sufferings because He so loved us. Can we not then caress Him with love as He did us the last time we were here?
And so we enter the Tabernacle, taking His blood stained arm and placing it around our shoulders we lead Him to a crude bench where He can sit down. And then like St. Thomas, we place our fingers gently over His Sacred Wounds. Blood of Christ covers our fingers; love of Christ fills our hearts. When we have held His pain thus, ours fades away.
And once again we leave the Tabernacle refreshed and prepared to meet the horrors of this world.
Blessed be God! O Sacrament most Holy, O Sacrament Divine all praise and all thanksgiving, be every moment Thine!
CHECK OUT THIS TRULY CATHOLIC STORY ABOUT THE FAITH
By Cathy Brueggemann Beil
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