November 25, 2011

My Journey to God

The Chalice

I noticed it at 4 years old
The glisten and shine of the precious metal
Gold or silver
Its unusual shape
Its unique design
The way it stood refined
Atop the white altar linen
Like a piece of fine china
Used only for the most special of occasions
For the most special of guests.
I watched how it was lifted up and moved about
With such ceremonious intent
With devotion, reverence and
prayerfulness
Awaiting its sacred purpose.

At 4 years old
I didn’t understand the water and the wine
The depth of sacrifice
The Precious Blood it becomes
The meal we share together
Commemorating love.
I am older now and
When I receive the Blood of Christ
My “Amen” acknowledges and says “thank you” for
The sacrifice
And as I bring the chalice to my lips
I grasp miracle and mystery
Literally
In the palms of my hands.

By Cathy Lamperski Dearing

(Cathy Lamperski Dearing is a member of St. Barnabas Parish in Indianapolis.)†

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