Feast of Corpus Christi – Prayers
Greeting
Christ has come, and in his own blood he took us up in God's love in a new and lasting covenant. May he keep us united with God and be always with you. R/ And also with you.
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Corpus Christi: Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ: Liturgical Prayers
Corpus Christi: Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ: Liturgical Prayers
Greeting
Corpus Christi Sunday - Liturgical Prayers
Greetings
The Lord Jesus is here among us, he has brought us together. He speaks to us today; he gives himself to us to eat and to drink. May he always be with you R/ And also with you?
Corpus Christi Sunday - Liturgical Prayers
Greetings
The Lord Jesus is here among us, he has brought us together. He speaks to us today; he gives himself to us to eat and to drink. May he always be with you R/ And also with you.
Corpus Christi - Feast
Elizabeth’s special recipe
Elizabeth's house was always filled with love, joy, good times - and fresh bread. Of course, things come slower these days for 85-year-old Elizabeth. The simplest tasks take more time and demand more energy now than they did when she was 25.
Corpus Christi: The Body and Blood of Christ
From Fr. Jude Botelho:
| Today's reading alludes to all kinds of sacrifices the ancient Jews offered. Blood was used as a sign of the Israelites' 'covenant', a special word the Hebrews borrowed from others. It was a pact or contract, between unequal parties, like the king and his subjects; a pact freely entered into, binding perpetually, and sealed in blood. Moses is referring to the pact and covenant with God and this pact was sealed with a sacrifice, offered to God alone. Moses splashed the blood on the altar and he splashed the remaining on the people, binding the two together. The people honour the pact by agreeing to keep the commandments and being faithful to God, in return for his protection of them. Furthermore the people identified with the sacrifice by eating a portion of the victim being offered. Meal sharing was regarded as very sacred in antiquity. By eating, one signified acceptance of, and respect for the person providing the meal. |
Corpus Christi 2018
From Fr. Jude Botelho:
| Food for the Journey I traveled to a place in the northern tip of Ireland one night to say Mass for a Prayer Group. It was a wild wintry night and, when the Mass was over, I was anxious to get on the road for home. As I dashed towards the car, I was stopped by an elderly lady, and I wasn't too please at the prospect of having to listen to her tale of pains and aches, while I was impatient to get going. I was very taken aback when she handed me a small boat-shaped basket, filled with triangular sandwiches, with all kinds of fillings. The basket was covered with cling film. "I just thought, Father, you might like to eat those on your journey home." She turned and went back into the church. For once I was stuck for words..! I still have the basket on my desk as I write here now. When I look at it I think of the Eucharist, 'food for the journey.' Jack McArdle in 'And that's the Gospel Truth" |
Corpus Christi - Feast of the Body and Blood of Christi
From Fr. Jude Botelho:
| Food for the Journey I traveled to a place in the northern tip of Ireland one night to say Mass for a Prayer Group. It was a wild wintry night and, when the Mass was over, I was anxious to get on the road for home. As I dashed towards the car, I was stopped by an elderly lady, and I wasn't too please at the prospect of having to listen to her tale of pains and aches, while I was impatient to get going. I was very taken aback when she handed me a small boat-shaped basket, filled with triangular sandwiches, with all kinds of fillings. The basket was covered with cling film. "I just thought, Father, you might like to eat those on your journey home." She turned and went back into the church. For once I was stuck for words..! I still have the basket on my desk as I write here now. When I look at it I think of the Eucharist, 'food for the journey.' Jack McArdle in 'And that's the Gospel Truth" |
Feast of Body and Blood of Jesus
A PBJ blessed and broken for you
While the kids are getting dressed for school, Mom is in the kitchen making their lunches. Katie likes her sandwiches cut in quarters; Bobby prefers strawberry jam. As she packs the sandwiches, she smiles, imagining the delighted look on their faces when they open the dessert treats she places in the bag. What she is doing is a sacrament – not the miracle of transubstantiation, but certainly parallel to it, moving in the same direction. If she could give her love to her children to consume again and again, like the loaves and fishes going endlessly into their mouths and stomachs, she would do it in an instant.
A few days before Christmas, the kids take over the kitchen to make Christmas cookies. Mom is there too, more to protect her kitchen than to supervise. Truth be told, the cookies that result are anything but spectacular – the reindeer-shaped cookies look more like fat cocker spaniels, the Santa cookies bear no ready resemblance to the jolly old elf, and the red and green sparkles are piled on rather than sprinkled. But the kids have a ball – and are making memories that they will remember long after they celebrate this same messy sacrament with their own children.
Her heart is breaking for her friend and all that she and her family have had to endure: the diagnosis, the difficult surgery, the chemotherapy, the unknown future. All she can do for her is pray – and make lasagna. And so she does. Two or three times a week she takes her turn making some hot dish for her friend and her family. The food that she and the other friends prepare is nothing less than sacrament – compassion and concern made real in cheese and meat sauce.
[Suggested from a story by Andre Dubus.]
While the kids are getting dressed for school, Mom is in the kitchen making their lunches. Katie likes her sandwiches cut in quarters; Bobby prefers strawberry jam. As she packs the sandwiches, she smiles, imagining the delighted look on their faces when they open the dessert treats she places in the bag. What she is doing is a sacrament – not the miracle of transubstantiation, but certainly parallel to it, moving in the same direction. If she could give her love to her children to consume again and again, like the loaves and fishes going endlessly into their mouths and stomachs, she would do it in an instant.
A few days before Christmas, the kids take over the kitchen to make Christmas cookies. Mom is there too, more to protect her kitchen than to supervise. Truth be told, the cookies that result are anything but spectacular – the reindeer-shaped cookies look more like fat cocker spaniels, the Santa cookies bear no ready resemblance to the jolly old elf, and the red and green sparkles are piled on rather than sprinkled. But the kids have a ball – and are making memories that they will remember long after they celebrate this same messy sacrament with their own children.
Her heart is breaking for her friend and all that she and her family have had to endure: the diagnosis, the difficult surgery, the chemotherapy, the unknown future. All she can do for her is pray – and make lasagna. And so she does. Two or three times a week she takes her turn making some hot dish for her friend and her family. The food that she and the other friends prepare is nothing less than sacrament – compassion and concern made real in cheese and meat sauce.
[Suggested from a story by Andre Dubus.]
Corpus Christi 2015
From the Connections:
Of course, things come slower these days for 85-year-old Elizabeth. The simplest tasks take more time and demand more energy now than they did when she was 25. But, on days when her beloved grandchildren are coming to visit, she gets up very early and plants herself in her comfortable kitchen. Her hands, gnarled by arthritis, carefully mix the batter, knead the dough, blend in the sweet cinnamon swirl, and bake the loaves. The work demands more of her, physically, than the first time she treated her young family to her cinnamon bread, but the joy it still brings makes it all worthwhile.
Elizabeth’s special recipe
Elizabeth's house was always filled with love, joy, good times - and fresh bread.Of course, things come slower these days for 85-year-old Elizabeth. The simplest tasks take more time and demand more energy now than they did when she was 25. But, on days when her beloved grandchildren are coming to visit, she gets up very early and plants herself in her comfortable kitchen. Her hands, gnarled by arthritis, carefully mix the batter, knead the dough, blend in the sweet cinnamon swirl, and bake the loaves. The work demands more of her, physically, than the first time she treated her young family to her cinnamon bread, but the joy it still brings makes it all worthwhile.
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