Many years ago, when my husband and I were in Germany, we were given a…
A priest who knew Mother Teresa recounted a simple story of her. He was sitting next to her on a plane. She was looking out the window, and all of a sudden she turned to the priest and said, “The humility of God! The humility of God! God becomes a little bite of food for us to consume. He becomes smaller than we are so we can feed on Him, and He can dwell within us. The humility of God!”
Sometimes I experience a deep hunger to serve God. I can feel like I’m not serving Him enough, especially in the cry of the poor and lonely, abandoned and brokenhearted. Lord, here I am! Send me! I’m so weak and little, but please consecrate my weakness and littleness as Your instrument of mercy and compassion and consolation.
One evening recently, I was in Adoration and this pang to serve Christ was very strong in my heart. I was offering it to the Lord. Lord, I give this yearning to You. How can I serve You in the poorest of the poor? I long to meet You and see You in the poorest of the poor. I long to console You. How, Lord?! I sat in silence before the Host, shining simply in front of me. He was still, unmoving, just being and radiating Love. So small, so vulnerable. And then came His answer to me: “I am the poorest of the poor. You console me by being with me right here. I am the broken Body.” My aching heart was pierced and so sweetly consoled. He invites me to console Him right here in His lonely and tender little Body, shining for ALL and received by precious few.
The next morning at daily Mass, the priest gave me a huge piece of the beautiful Eucharist, a piece broken off from his own big Host of consecration. Jesus confirmed His message to me in the quiet of my heart as He rested on my tongue. “I am the Broken Body. I’ve been waiting and longing for you to receive Me. You console Me by allowing Me to dwell within your broken heart.”
Dear Jesus, Your humility overwhelms me! I am profoundly grateful for Your Presence within my very being; within my broken heart. To know that Your Presence here with me consoles You is overwhelming and almost unimaginable. But I say Yes Jesus, I believe! I believe that You desire union with me, so much so that You become a little bit of bread for me to gaze upon in the Monstrance and to consume in the Eucharist. Again and again You do this, making Yourself ever-present and ever-available to me. As I contemplate Your deep humility, grant me an increase in this beautiful virtue, that I may open myself always more fully to Your Gift. In Your Most Holy Name, I pray, Amen!