I was having a siesta on Friday and I had a crazy dream. Almost a vision. It was extremely brief, but powerful.
Before I fell asleep I was praying @hallowapp ‘s Mary Undoer of knots Novena.
In my dream, I was at the parish I grew up in.
I recognised the blue, marble tiles.
I then saw a host on the ground (the big one the priest holds up), and instinctively I knelt to the ground to pick it up.
Before I picked it up, a paten magically appeared, as if to make sure my “unworthy hands” did not touch it.
I brought it towards a priest who somehow happened to be standing nearby, and I stared into it, clinging onto the paten, afraid to let go of it lest I dropped it.
At that moment, as I held it in my hands so tightly and preciously, staring into it, I truly saw the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of my Lord in that piece of white wafer. And I started sobbing.
This was one of those dreams that you don’t remember until later on. But from what I remember, the dream sequence ended and I woke up in tears. I don’t know if I only dreamt that I woke up in tears, or if actually did, but nonetheless, the memory was there and real.
Mary really does bring you to her son. When you feel far from Christ, pray to her and she will literally drag you to him, and show him to you.
If Jesus is really there in the Eucharist, that is truly all we need.
“So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.”
John 6:53-55
I’m not going to pretend that understanding that immediately fills me with a supernatural strength to be perfect. That’s just not how it works.
But it sure as heck brings me closer.
