Having addressed the postures associated with preparing to receive Holy Communion, let us continue to consider the actual act of receiving Holy Communion.  As we know, it is legitimate for one to receive Holy Communion on the tongue or in the hand.  Some have strong feelings on either side about this, and I am not going to really weigh in on that debate.  Since the Church permits either form, we should refrain from uncharitable or presumptuous thoughts on the matter.  With regard to receiving Holy Communion in the hand, the USCCB offers the following helpful instruction:

Those who receive Communion may receive either in the hand or on the tongue, and the decision should be that of the individual receiving, not of the person distributing Communion. If Communion is received in the hand, the hands should first of all be clean. If one is right handed the left hand should rest upon the right. The host will then be laid in the palm of the left hand and then taken by the right hand to the mouth. If one is left-handed this is reversed. It is not appropriate to reach out with the fingers and take the host from the person distributing.

There may be some limited exceptions in how one receives in the hand, such as arthritis, but note that last point that we are never to take the host, grabbing with our fingers.  Rather, in a spirit of humility, we receive in the way described above.  I would also encourage you to ensure that your hands are flat, not tiled, lest the host slide off to the ground.  And avoid making a V shape, which is sort of like a funnel as there is risk again of dropping the host.

When receiving on the tongue, it is important to ensure there is an ample “landing pad” for the Eucharist.  Some people barely open their mouth and it can become a trial of hand-eye coordination to insert the Eucharist into a small slot, sometimes resulting in “missing the mark” and getting poked in the lip (sorry for those I have unintentionally done that to).  Please also avoid biting down as soon as the Eucharist is on your tongue.  Let the host enter into your mouth.  I have had many close calls when I have almost been bit while distributing Holy Communion.

I share these anecdotes and encouragements from the perspective of one who has distributed the Eucharist to many people.  98 percent of the time, there is no issue, but every so often, there is something that makes the exchange a little awkward, so I just invite all of us to examine how we receive the Lord at this important moment.

The next line in the above-referenced resource is also helpful:

The person distributing Communion says audibly to each person approaching, “The Body of Christ.”  This formula should not be altered, as it is a proclamation which calls for a response of faith on the part of the one who receives. The communicant should audibly respond, “Amen,” indicating by that response his or her belief that this small wafer of bread, the wine in this chalice are in reality the body and blood of Christ the Lord.

Perhaps you have encountered the practice of a priest or deacon saying your name, then saying “the Body of Christ.”  While I can appreciate the pastoral gesture behind that action, it is not what the Church is asking of us.  Similarly, there is only really one response that the Church gives to us for receiving Holy Communion, and that is “Amen.”  It is not, “Thank you”, or “I believe”, or anything else.  Again, I can appreciate the intention behind such adaptations, but once again, in all humility, we are called to obedience to what the Church has given to us.  The liturgy is a gift given to us by the Church, a gift which we receive in gratitude as her servants, not her masters, free to adapt as we see fit.

Let me leave this reflection on one point, which, admittedly, is a bit of an annoyance to me.  When we receive Holy Communion, we are consuming Jesus Christ, and as such, we should do so with intentional reverence.  I can sometimes audibly heard people crunching away as they walk away, and it is a bit like fingernails on a chalkboard.  The Eucharist is a gift to savor, not one to hastily devour. 

For your reading pleasure, if you would like to read an article about the proper reception of Holy Communion, I find this one both helpful and somewhat humorous: https://crisismagazine.com/opinion/pastoral-guide-to-receiving-communion Father Alford   

Feast Day: May 12^th

If someday you get the chance to walk the Camino de Santiago and take the most popular “French route” to Compostela when you are about halfway across that northern section of Spain you’ll stop in the picturesque town of Santo Domingo de la Calzada and visit the cathedral in the center of town to get the all-important stamp on your pilgrim passport. But as you try to pray in the cool and dark church, like millions of pilgrims before you, you might get distracted by two hens scratching around the choir loft.

But to explain the hens we must first explain the name of the town. “Santo Domingo de la Calzada” literally means “Saint Dominic of the Causeway”, recalling the bridges and other infrastructure that St. Dominic built for the pilgrims traversing that part of the Camino. Now, the St. Dominic we’re talking about lived about hundred years before the more famous St. Dominic Guzman (of the rosary), though neither of them were the first St. Dominic, because  St. Dominic of Silos, a Spanish abbot, lived some decades before either of them. (And all three of them lived several hundred years after the latest St. Dominic, Savio). Ok, enough St. Dominic’s for now, to explain how this specific Domingo got to that forested stretch of the Camino, and how he found his vocation there, we need to talk bugs.

Probably within a week of this article appearing before you, there will be billions of cicadas emerging around central Illinois. We (happily?) live in one of the few places on the planet where the geographical regions of the two groups of periodical cicadas overlap, AND you and I get to experience both broods, for the first time in over two hundred years, emerge the same summer. The eminent website. CicadaMania.com, has a highlighted line on their information page about these two major groups: “Special note: Brood XIX (19) will also emerge in 2024 [along with Brood XIII]. While the two broods do not overlap, they come closest in the Springfield, Illinois area.” Hurrah! Now, what has this to do with St. Dominic of the Causeway? Well, the reason he began his life’s work of caring for pilgrims on the camino was because of a similar swarm of bugs.

The people of Spain in the 1000s were starving because of a disasterous swarm of locusts. Now, locusts and cicadas are not the same insect, actually a swarm of locusts is far worse than a brood (or two) of cicadas because locusts eat crops (cicadas eat tree sap) and locusts swarm (in large enough numbers they eat every plant in the area and then move to another location to similarly decimate the vegetation there. Cicadas just die off.) Young Domingo, a hundred kilometers from these terrible bugs, was trying to be a hermit. He had turned away by from the Benedictines, but still felt a call to a life consecrated to God, so had not returned to his family’s work as shepherds).

Bishop Gregory IV of Ostia (a Benedictine as Providence would have it) was sent by Pope Leo IX to help the afflicted people there in Spain, and the bishop asked Domingo to join his charitable efforts amid the disaster. His invitation opened Dominic’s heart to the plight of the people around him, and with the bishop he learned how to build roads and bridges, to rebuild farms and infrastructure, and construct shelter for the distraught population. The bishop also ordained Dominic a priest, and send him back towards his hometown, not far from his old hermitage, having discovered how God wanted him to reflect His love into the world: caring for the pilgrims walking the Camino there.

And 300 years later a German family walked across that bridge that St. Dominic had built and stayed at one of the hostels in town. Their teenage son (wisely) rejected the advances of a teenage girl at the hostel they were staying at. She, distraught, angry, vengeful, hid a silver cup in the boy’s bag and then accused him of stealing it. According to the justice of the time, the seeming scoundrel was sentenced to be hung, a ghastly turn of events while on pilgrimage with his family to Compostela. His parents, praying to St. Domingo, buried there in the cathedral, tearfully approached their son’s body dead on the gallows … only to discover him alive again. They ran to the magistrate stammering about a miracle. He, in the middle of eating his chicken dinner, scoffed “Your son is as alive as this rooster and chicken that I was feasting on before you interrupted me.” And the rooster leapt up from his plate and began to sing! And so there are now chickens in the choir loft of Santo Domingo’s cathedral.

– Fr. Dominic takes one more lesson from St. Dominic’s life. Just as he had discovered his vocation because of the invitation of Bp. Gregory, he did the same for another young man, Juan de Ortega, who also was trying his hand at being a hermit, and who Dominic invited to risk a life of charity built on that foundation of contemplation. And so they worked together to care for the little Christ’s on their pilgrimage there, eventually creating the town we now know as Santo Domingo de la Calzada. Who can you invite to the adventure of Christian Love this week?

Having spent the entire Mass listening to the Word of God, increasing our hunger for the Lord, and praying through the Eucharistic Prayer, we now come to the moment of supreme joy, in which we come forward to receive Our Lord in this greatest of all gifts, the Holy Eucharist.

I have actually been thinking about this particular article for some time now, as I have often caught myself thinking, while distributing Holy Communion each day at Mass, noticing various things: “I’ll address that in a future article when I write about receiving Holy Communion.”  Well, now that that point in these reflections has come, I fear that I might not have enough space to put in writing all of the things that have been running through my head, but let me make a few observations.

First of all, please know that receiving Holy Communion at Mass is NOT required.  It is absolutely encouraged, but there may be circumstances when it is not possible to receive Holy Communion.  I could dedicate a full article, or two or three, on this topic, and perhaps that can be an appendix to these articles, but I just want to put that point out there.  The obligation to attend Mass each Sunday and Holy Day is not an obligation to receive the Eucharist.  Again, it is highly encouraged, but not absolutely required, and it is indeed virtuous to refrain from receiving if one is aware that they are not in a position to receive Our Lord.  If you are not able to receive, I highly recommend that you make an Act of Spiritual Communion.  

Next, let me say just a few things about our bodily postures when receiving Holy Communion.  Let me set the context by quoting what the Bishops of the United States have written on this topic:

The General Instruction asks each country’s Conference of Bishops to determine the posture to be used for the reception of Communion and the act of reverence to be made by each person as he or she receives Communion. In the United States, the body of Bishops has determined that “[t]he norm… is that Holy Communion is to be received standing, unless an individual member of the faithful wishes to receive Communion while kneeling” and that a bow is the act of reverence made by those receiving (no. 160).

Working backwards, the normal reverence made before receiving Holy Communion is a bow.  It is not uncommon for some of the faithful to genuflect before receiving Holy Communion.  Although I have no objection to this personally, I am mindful of what the Church is asking of us.  I can assure you, the Lord will not be offended if we put aside our preference for the sake of obedience what the Church asks of us.

Note also that the Church’s norm for receiving Holy Communion is standing, however in this case, there is an explicit permission given for receiving while kneeling if an individual member of the faithful should wish to receive in that way.  Once again, I offer no opinion on preference, for the Church offers both as valid options, but please avoid falling into playing the comparison game that often comes at this point of the Mass.  To presume that you are more reverent by kneeling to receive Holy Communion can be prideful.  If you receive while standing, and presume that those kneeling to receive are overly pious and somehow trying to make a show, that can be uncharitable.  So let us always keep obedience to the Church in mind, practicing humility regarding the legitimate preferences that can be exercised, and in all things, let us have charity in our hearts toward others as we prepare to receive the sacrament of charity in the Eucharist.

Well, this is what I was afraid of – having more to write than can fit in one article.  I will return in our next installment with a few more reflections on how it is we receive Holy Communion at Mass.

Father Alford     

Feast Day: May 5^th  
“God loves a cheerful giver.” – 2 Cor 9:7

When St. Paul writes to his little flock in Corinth he uses a particular word to describe generosity of a Christian – Hilaros / ἱλαρός – a kindness or stewardship that not reluctant, hesitant, forced, or begrudging, but is free, loving, joyous … cheerful! This is the root of the Latin term hilarus holding a similar meaning: lighthearted, merry, lively … cheerful. And that is the name St. Hilarius got when he was born! His surname, entirely pragmatic, would simply be “of Arles”, the diocese that he was bishop of at the end of his life. His life is (helpfully) bookended by an adjective and a location, and now prefaced by the title “Saint”, but there’s a bit more to his story than that.

Hilarius was born in Lorraine, France, around the year 403 A.D. We only know that he gave up a successful career to join St. Honoratus, possibly a relative, who had recently founded an Abbey on one of the islands of Lérin. Today you’d know where this is because it is located on the French Riviera, but back before 400, Roman records use the name “Lerina” to describe the uninhabited island. Caprasius of Lérins, a hermit, was the first person we know to live there, seeking solitude and prayer. Honoratus went on pilgrimage to the Holy Land with him, kindling a friendship, and his own sanctity, going on to become a hermit on the island as well. Honoratus found that his holiness attracted a following, so he established the first Abbey on the island in 410. Hilarius was drawn away from his career by the life and sanctity he saw in the Cistercian community there and joined the abbey when he was in his 20s. (Here’s a twist to the story, these saints may have met St. Patrick around this time, who is said to have spent some time in their abbey and was only 18 years older than Hilarius).

Now, Honoratus was both Abbot at Lérin, but also bishop of the important see of Arles. Hilarius became the natural successor of Honoratus as leader of the monastery when he died, and was also quickly picked to also be bishop of Arles. He was known for his austere life, his generosity to the poor, and for the emphasis he placed on the personal sanctity of his priests, organizing those assigned to his cathedral in Arles into a congregation of their own, committed with him to this life of simplicity and charity. 

But here is where the story takes a twist, and here is where this saint becomes a bit more like you and me. Hilarius, Bishop of Arles, also had responsibility over other sees in the area (perhaps nowadays we would call him the Metropolitan Archbishop, though it seems with greater authority over those regional bishops). He took this to mean that he was primate over the whole of South Gaul, something that an earlier predecessor, Patroclus of Arles had exercised. This, though, led to a power struggle with Bp. Chelidonus, of Besançon, who was claiming a similar authority. Hilarius deposed Chelidonus, who appealed to Rome, where Pope Leo I had recently succeeded to the papal throne. (That would be Pope St. Leo the Great, who was hard at work bringing Pelagians and Manicheans back into the fold, and who’s most famous deed, facing down Atilla the Hun, would not happen for another 7 or 8 years). 

Leo sided against Hilarius. 

Our saintly bishop was deprived of the right to consecrate bishops, call synods, oversee the other dioceses in his province, and his entire claim to be Primate of Gaul was abolished. Leo had this decision officially sanctioned by the Emperor, Valentian III, and we still have the line from his decree that must have so pained Hilarius, “ut episcopis Gallicanis omnibusque pro lege esset quidquid apostolicae sedis auctoritas sanxisset.” “Therefore, whatever the authority of the apostolic see had sanctioned shall be [law] for the Gallican bishops and for all the law.” (Novelae Valent. iii. tit. 16). We have no record of how Hilarius received this news; certainly it overturned his understanding of the responsibility given to him and more than likely it called into question all that he had been working on and all that he thought had been successful and fruitful about his work as a bishop or even a leader in the Church. But success is not a prerequisite for sanctity.

– Fr. Dominic has occasionally had his projects or plans taken away from him. It stings. But St. Hilarius offers an example to all of us that the sadness of seeing many years of work overturned or misunderstood, whether his fault or not, did not overturn the love that God had for him or the example of holiness that he could still give. We do not know exactly how he responded, but five years later when he passed onto his reward, the Church acclaimed him a saint. Whatever conversion was needed had happened; whatever grace Hilarius need to receive, or give, had been found. A cheerful giver, in many ways during his life, and certainly when it counted at the end.

The celebrant of the Mass is always the first person to receive Holy Communion, which is received slightly differently from how the rest of the faithful receive.  There is no minister to say to the priest: “The Body of Christ.”  If you pay close attention, you may see the priest whispering some words before he communicates.  Here is what he says: “May the Body of Christ keep me safe for eternal life.”  He says the same thing when receiving from the Chalice, with the exception of replacing the word “Body” with “Blood.”

In the resource that I mentioned last week, Explanation of Prayers and Ceremonies of Holy Mass, there is a beautiful reflection that helps us in understanding this prayer, not just as it applies to the priest, but as it applies to all who receive Our Lord in the Eucharist:

The Priest speaks as if he were to communicate but once only in his life. One communion would of itself be sufficient to preserve our soul unto Life Eternal, for such is the intrinsic efficacy of this Divine Sacrament, provided for our wants by God.

(Dom Prosper Guéranger, Explanation of Prayers and Ceremonies of Holy Mass, 64)

Although it may be a bit of a sobering thought, this reflection invites us to consider the final time we will receive Holy Communion.  At every Mass, it is quite possible that this may be the very last time we receive Holy Communion.  If we actually knew that to be the case, how differently would we prepare our hearts to receive Jesus in the Eucharist?  Again, this might be a bit of a sobering thought, and I do not mean to strike panic in our hearts by thinking of it, but we also have the rather ominous words that Jesus Himself left us: “Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.” (Mt 25:13)  So why wouldn’t we want to make every reception of Holy Communion as devout as possible, for it has the power to grant us eternal life!

The Church desires to feed her children with the Bread of Life at the very end of their earthly journey.  One of the so-called “Last Rites” is to receive Holy Communion as viaticum.  Here is what the Catechism of the Catholic Church says: “As the sacrament of Christ’s Passover the Eucharist should always be the last sacrament of the earthly journey, the ‘viaticum’ for ‘passing over’ to eternal life.” (CCC 1517)  There are people who receive viaticum at home or in their hospital beds as they are about to die, and there are those who, unknowingly, receive viaticum at the last Mass they ever attended.  There is actually something very consoling about this, for if the thought of not knowing when the Lord will come to call us home fills us with anxiety, we are given the peace of knowing that the last Eucharist we received is a powerful grace to help us in passing over into the promise of Eternal Life in Heaven.  All the more reason to make sure we are going to Mass every Sunday, if not more frequently, for doing so in the state of grace will be the best means we have of being prepared for that unknown day and unknown hour.

The fact that we do not know when it will be the last time we receive Holy Communion should make every time we receive Holy Communion special.  It reminds me of the words that St. Teresa of Calcutta asked to be printed in the sacristy of every chapel of the Missionaries of Charity for the priests to reflect on: “Priest of Jesus Christ celebrate this Holy Mass as if it were your first Mass, your last Mass, your only Mass.”  We can easily adapt that to our reception of Holy Communion, priest or not:  “Son/Daughter of Jesus Christ, receive this Eucharist as if it were your first Eucharist, your last Eucharist, your only Eucharist.”

Father Alford     

Feast Day: April 28^th 

Luchesio Modestini was far from living up to his surname. 

He grew up in the lovely and abundant region of Tuscany, in Italy (so, around the time, and not far from St. Francis). He had begun life, not unlike the poverello of Assisi, with dreams of being a soldier but had discovered the wealth and privilege that came from outfitting pilgrims on their way to Rome and had thus turned his dreams towards the life of a merchant and moneylender. His name meant “modest”, but he quickly outstripped that adjective, growing prosperous from his sales, marrying a woman we only know as “Buonadonna” [literally “lovely-woman”], and gaining a reputation as unfeeling and greedy. 

But around the age of 30 God’s grace broke into his comfortable life. 

We don’t know exactly what happened.  Did he encounter the newly converted St. Francis (they had known each other before both being merchants)? Did the pilgrims he was fleecing finally show him a joy that he didn’t find in money? Did a fellow merchant question why he was so fixated on wealth and success? We just know that he had the grace to realize the foolishness of striving merely for worldly goods, none of which would matter much in just a few more decades. He discovered that he had a soul. He discovered that eternal joy was more important that the passing delights he had given much of his early life to stockpiling. 

Now, it is always interesting to see how conversions actually play out because often the Lord’s converting our hearts does not happen instantaneously, and so was the case with Luchesio. He began simply, but concretely, but practicing the works of mercy – feeding the poor, going out of his way to help the sick or lonely, learning to love people again. And, alongside of this he resumed the life of a faithful Catholic – going to Mass, repenting of his sins, praying each day. It would not have seemed much to a time when most people lived that kind of life, but for Luchesio these were the small steps that allowed the tremendous gift of God’s joy and freedom to break back into his life. 

Buonadonna discovered a different, much better, person in her husband as he began this journey. Her own heart was moved away from the comforts and avarice that had been her highest goods to that point, and she discovered, like Luchesio, that what she really wanted – what really made her happy – was the life of a disciple, of generosity, piety, hope, and prayer. Together the couple decided to take a much more decisive step after the Lord: they gave away most of their property, retaining only enough land to provide for their daily needs, and leaving their hearts open to whatever God asked of them next. 

Many people in that region were being moved at this time by the example and words of St. Francis, though his only formal followers were the brothers who were forming the fledgling Order of Friars Minor (the First Order Franciscans) and the nuns beginning to collect around St. Clare (Second Order Franciscans). But then Luchesio and Buonadonna hosted the saintly deacon at their home in Poggibonzi, moving him by their story of conversion and penitence, and asking him for instructions on how to continue forward as a couple seeking radical holiness. 

St. Francis’s dream of developing a way of life for lay people to follow the call into simplicity and humility that God had given to him was inspired and concretized by this couple. Out of their friendship came what would become the Third Order of St. Francis, originally called simply the Order of Penance, but honed and expanded over the years to include not only lay people affiliated with the Franciscan Order but also the groups of active religious sisters who also live lives of poverty in the world, examples to all of us of Christ’s own freedom and utter dependency on God. 

Now, it wasn’t as if this couple lived their life as the first Franciscan Tertiaries perfectly for the rest of their days. There were times when Luchesio’s radical generosity was inconsiderate of Buonadonna; though then again, when once she frustratingly exploded when he gave away the last of their food, he gently asked her to look in the pantry again only to find it filled with the best of bread. Would we would see similar miracles if we chose similar confidence in God? They took plague victims into their home, risking their health, and the ridicule of others because they really saw Jesus in each invalid. 

Eventually Luchesio grew sick, and his distraught wife begged that she could die with him. “Implore God, who gave us to each other as companions in life, to permit us also to die together” she asked Luchesio. So they prayed, and so it happened. She died shortly before him, both having received the last sacraments before they passed.

– Fr. Dominic recently ran the Boston Marathon. He successfully discovered his own poverty at mile 24 when he found himself walking instead of setting a new (personal) record for the 26.2 mile race. Sometimes the Lord knows He needs to slow us down to a walk to help us discover what is really important in life, and maybe the path to radical holiness that you couldn’t see till then.

I was recently confronted by a gentleman who held strong beliefs against the Catholic Church.  At one point, he criticized the Catholic Mass as something unbiblical.  I simply asked him: “Have you ever been to Catholic Mass?”  To which he quickly responded with a firm “No!”  As we parted ways, I could not help but think of the story of Dr. Scott Hahn’s journey to the Catholic faith.  I recall him sharing how he would slip into the back of the chapel for Mass.  Being so familiar with the Scriptures, he saw unfolding before him a liturgy filled with biblical connections.  The Mass is not mere human invention, but it is firmly rooted in the Scriptures.

One of the many places where this is seen in the Mass is as the celebrant, before receiving Holy Communion himself, says: “Behold the Lamb of God, behold Him who takes away the sins of the world.  Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb.”  The first sentence is directly from John 1:29, where St. John the Baptist points out Jesus to his followers.  The second sentence is taken from the Book of Revelation, which reads: “Then the angel said to me, ‘Write this: Blessed are those who have been called to the wedding feast of the Lamb.” (Rev. 19:9)

The response from the faithful is as follows: “Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.”  Anybody who has even a casual familiarity with the Scriptures knows that this also comes from the Bible.  It is almost a direct quote from the Gospel of Matthew where the Centurion appeals to Jesus for Him to heal his servant, saying: “Lord, I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof; only say the word and my servant will be healed.” (Mt. 8:8)  In a resource that I have referred to in this series one other time, I came across a beautiful explanation of how this brief exchange both demonstrates the Church’s use of the Scriptures in the Mass, as well as how this passage in particular is a helpful final preparation for us as we are about to approach Our Lord in Holy Communion:

These were the words addressed by the Centurion to our Lord, who was coming to heal his servant. Once again let us repeat, Holy Church is ever showing how she possesses the happy secret of choosing the loveliest passages of Sacred Scripture, to place in the Holy Mass; as it were enchasing them there, like priceless diamonds! We likewise say Domine non sum dignus [Lord, I am not worthy]. … In our case, it is not for our servant that we beg a cure; it is our own poor soul craving help for herself, and making use of these words as a last appeal to God. We sorely need to be cured; and the nearer we approach the Lord who alone can cure us, the greater should be our confidence in asking. Assuredly nothing can be so certain and manifest, as our unworthiness; but, on the other hand, who is so powerful as the Lord. There is nothing for us, but to appeal to Him, and crave with true humility: sed tantum dic verbo, et sanabitur anima mea. Yea, say but one word, and my soul shall be healed! 

(Dom Prosper Guéranger, Explanation of Prayers and Ceremonies of Holy Mass, 64)

What a gift the Mass is to us!  The Word of God is spoken directly to us in the Liturgy of the Word, and it continues to speak to us in a variety of ways throughout the Liturgy of the Eucharist.  Even if we are not familiar with all of the passages and references scattered throughout the Mass, their power is evident, for “the Word of God is living and effective.” (Heb 4:12)  It is that effectiveness of the Word of God that prepares our hearts throughout that Mass, so that at this moment, in which we are about to receive the Word made Flesh in the Eucharist, our hunger for Him prompts us to cry out with all humility that we are not worthy of this gift, while at the same time being moved to gratitude that despite that unworthiness, He desires to come to us to feed us and heal us.

Father Alford     

Feast Day: April 21^st 

Automatic doors are the worst.

I mean that somewhat facetiously, though we have had a decisive down-turn in the number of saintly doormen ever since powered-doors started their climb towards ubiquity in the 1950s. It has been 3 years since I wrote about a saint-porter, that is a saint who achieved his holiness from opening the door for people coming to Church, but there are many such remarkable individuals now canonized saints (or blessed): Paschal Baylon, Charles of Sezze, Didacus of Alcalá, Felix of Cantalice, Alphonsus Rodriguez, André Bessette, John Macias, Benito Solana Ruiz, Bonaventure of Barcelona, Solanus Casey, and today’s saint, Conrad of Parzham.

He was baptized with the name John and the patronage of John the Evangelist, the second to last of 12 children (though only 7 survived past infancy). He was known for his devotion and prayerfulness as a child, visiting the church some distance from his home even during inclement weather and walking all the way to a shrine of the Blessed Mother on feast days. He grew up helping on his family’s farm, though when he was still a teenager lost both of his parents a few years apart. A few years later, following a parish mission, he began to seriously consider religious life and entered the OFM-C (Order of Friars Minor, Capuchins) in 1842.

And then he spent 41 years open the friary door. He was widely known for his charity, patience, and generosity towards all who came knocking, and that he would step into an alcove of their chapel for brief moments of prayer whenever he wasn’t engaged with visitors. One line about him that particularly caught my attention says that he was “eager and ready to receive and help strangers.” He died in 1894, a few days after giving the role of porter to another friar.

Now, back to powered-doors.  The problem isn’t the motors and electronics that make the things operate … but neither was it the physical act of opening and closing the door that made Br. Conrad a saint. The thing that made him a saint was loving individuals, and loving the Lord, every time he encountered someone. And power-doors are one of the many places in our lives where we have avoided encountering others … avoided them needing our love … or us giving them our love.

Think of all the places where our modern world allows us to avoid interacting with others: self-checkout, 2 day shipping, movie streaming, google maps, earbuds. I don’t want to be entire down on technology, but in making our lives “easier”, in many ways our lives are less human, less dependent on others, less open to others. When I go for a jog and smile and wave at a stranger they often look up from their own little world, shocked that someone would speak to them, care about them. And, to be honest, I often find myself in my own zone too, wanting to do my thing, keep to my own plans, not really wanting to be bothered, not really wanting to be noticed, not really wanting to need someone else, or them needing me. 

But to live “my own” life, is not really to live a fully human life at all. We are made for community, for communion, for interaction, for self-gift, and when we risk ourselves and open up to someone else, we discover we are far more who we want to be. Our Lord knew this when He said “whoever would save his lifewill lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.” [Matthew 16:25] Unfortunately, we live in an age where our lives are not always asked of us, or when they are we are quick to begrudge the request. As Christians we have to look for ways around this buffered, isolated, narrowed way of life and look for ways to push back against the things that keep us disconnected, solitary, “going alone”. 

– Fr. Dominic is not the best at this! Asked before the Boston Marathon “Why do you run?”, I said some things about offering up miles for people, about praying and soaking in the grace and strength that God gives me, but I completely forgot that running is absolutely an opportunity to sacrifice for others, to cheer them on, to get to know them as you share miles of road together. But these are some of the best moments of those races! The kid you high-five on the sidelines, the person who gives you a cup of water at the aid station, the unexpected person who celebrates with you at the finish line, and the guy you cheered on who says it got him through some tough miles. Those, and so many others, are opportunities to love each other. Those are the places where saints are made.

After the Lamb of God is sung or said, we are almost ready for the high point of receiving our Lord in Holy Communion.  The General Instruction of the Roman Missal says the following about what happens next: “The Priest prepares himself by a prayer, said quietly, so that he may fruitfully receive the Body and Blood of Christ. The faithful do the same, praying silently.” (GIRM, 84)

Both the priest and the faithful are invited into silent prayer as a way to prepare for receiving Holy Communion, but for the priest, there is a specific prayer (rather an option of two prayers) that he is to pray, but the faithful are not given any specific prayer.  On the one hand, this gives freedom to the faithful to pray from their heart in words that are unique to them, or simply just to be in silence, but we have to admit that sometimes “we do not know how to pray as we ought.” (Rom 8:26) And so a written prayer from the tradition of the Church can help in this time of preparation.

First of all, there is nothing to prevent the faithful from using one of the prayers that the priest uses for his preparation.  I prefer the first option, which is as follows:

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God,
who, by the will of the Father
and the work of the Holy Spirit,
through your Death gave life to the world,
free me by this, your most holy Body and Blood,
from all my sins and from every evil;
keep me always faithful to your commandments,
and never let me be parted from you.

There are other good options as well.  For example, St. Thomas Aquinas has written a beautiful prayer that can be recited before receiving Holy Communion:

Almighty and ever-living God, I approach the sacrament
of Your only-begotten Son Our Lord Jesus Christ, I come sick to the doctor of life, unclean to the fountain of mercy, blind to the radiance of eternal light,
and poor and needy to the Lord of heaven and earth. 

Lord, in your great generosity, heal my sickness, wash away my defilement, 
enlighten my blindness, enrich my poverty, and clothe my nakedness. 

May I receive the bread of angels, the King of kings and Lord of lords, 
with humble reverence, with the purity and faith, the repentance and love, 
and the determined purpose that will help to bring me to salvation. 

May I receive the sacrament of the Lord’s Body and Blood, 
and its reality and power.

Kind God,  may I receive the Body of Your only-begotten Son, 
our Lord Jesus Christ, born from the womb of the Virgin Mary, 
and so be received into His mystical body and numbered among His members.

Loving Father, as on my earthly pilgrimage I now receive Your beloved Son
under the veil of a sacrament, may I one day see him face to face in glory, 
who lives and reigns with You for ever.  Amen.

So whether you use one of these prayers or one in your own words, or just maintaining a prayerful silence with no words, the important thing to remember is that this short moment of silence is like making those last minute preparations in your house for that long-awaited guest, so that when Jesus arrives, He may find you ready and eager to welcome Him.

Father Alford     

Feast Day: April 14th

We travel to Holland this week, a little town of Schiedam, named after the river it was perched along. Peter was a laborer, and his (even more hardworking) wife, Petronilla, was the mother of their 9 children. Eight were boys, but right in the middle was their only daughter, Lidwina, or Lydia as we’d probably call her. She was born on Palm Sunday, right as the Passion was being chanted at their local church, an easy delivery for Petronilla thank God in the year of Our Lord, 1380.

One wintery day a decade and a half later, Lidwina was out with her friends ice skating and took a bad fall on the ice breaking one of her ribs. It was an injury that changed the course of her whole life. At first it all seemed to be ramifications from the broken rib: an abscess formed in her chest, eventually bursting, further increasing her pain and nausea. With some periods of remission, she grew increasingly disabled over the coming years. By 19, both of her legs were paralyzed, and her vision limited and over the coming four decades, she would lose feeling and eventually grow paralyzed through much of her body, enduring fevers and headaches, bleeding and blindness. For anyone with chronic pain or who has been bedridden, St. Lidwina is your patron.

Scientists say it may have been the first recorded case of multiple sclerosis. The Catholic Church says she was a saint. And it all came down to the way she endured all those crosses. No one expected, at 15, that she would become a saint in that way. She could have been a virtuous wife and mother, she could have entered religious life, or dedicated her life to God in some other way. Her whole life was open before her! But then she had a bad fall, and a disease no one understood began to ravage her body, and she had a choice to make: to embrace Christ, on the cross, or plunge into the sufferings without Him. 

The path of sanctity perhaps sounds heroic and meaningful, and surely it was, but in some ways it actually made it harder for Lidwina. Now people came by, gawking at someone that was said to be a mystic. Poking and prodding, some scoffing at her reputed holiness, some claiming her charity had worked miracles. She risked deeper union with the Lord, remaining with Jesus amidst the daily struggle to stay cheerful, her mind and heart were more and more filled by Jesus’ Love, and inspired by His cross. She prayed constantly, choosing to fast and make sacrifices beyond even what her illness forced upon her.

Her example is a hard one. At first glance, we have to ask: does being a saint mean suffering for most of your life and dying young? Of course, the answer is ‘no’, Jesus says “I came that you may have life, life in abundance.” But then, where is abundant life to be found at Lidwina’s bedside? And here’s where we get to her sanctity: not in the extremity of her sufferings, nor the miracles or mystical prayer, but in the simple choice to hold fast to Jesus in all those circumstances. We don’t know what her relationship with Our Lord was like before her fall (though we know her parents were faithful and pious, so we must assume their home was one of prayer and devotion), but we know that she did choose Jesus, again and again, in the years after. That is something that we can do as well, whether we’re ice skating or just doing a day’s work. whether we’re suffering or currently in fine health, whether we’re given the grace of mystical prayer or just persevering in spending time with Our Lord before Mass. All of us can make the same choice – of relationship with Jesus – and become just as holy, just as saintly, just as inspiring as St. Lidwina.

– Fr. Dominic has ice skated three times in his life. His current skill-level is “unstable”. He can get up to a fine rate of speed but can only decelerate by hitting the boards … or hitting the ice. Meanwhile, figure-skaters are hitting quadruple-axels and speed-skaters are hitting 60mph … and the Lord is waiting for both of us to do life with Him.