Become a Tabernacle
I am kneeling in Church, the Priest humbly and reverently utters the words of Consecration over the bread and wine about to become Body and Blood. I am enraptured. My whole being hungers for the precious gift! I ponder the words of the Priest, and contemplate the Eucharist. My attention is drawn to a statue of the Blessed Virgin, near the altar-holding the infant Christ in her arms. Suddenly, the room goes dark, and I am no longer in Church, but a cave. I am kneeling still. Next to me is a woman, radiance is pouring from her. I can feel her holiness, her love and goodness. Angels surround her, they sing canticles and hymns of praise for their unborn Lord. She turns to me. Her face is alight with joy, and holy love. She is beautiful. She is my Mother. We are in Bethlehem- it is the night of the Birth of the Lord. "Be a Tabernacle for my Son," she says. "Mother, teach me how! I am a worm, unworthy!" At this she stands, and I ...