Why bread and wine…

Why did Our Blessed Lord use bread and wine as the elements of this Memorial? First of all, because no two substances in nature better symbolize unity than bread and wine. As bread is made from a multiplicity of grains of wheat, and wine is made from a multiplicity of grapes, so the many who believe are one in Christ. Second, no two substances in nature have to suffer more to become what they are than bread and wine. Wheat has to pass through the rigors of winter, be ground beneath the Calvary of a mill, and then subjected to purging fire before it can become bread. Grapes in their turn must be subjected to the Gethsemane of a wine press and have their life crushed from them to become wine. Thus, do they symbolize the Passion and Sufferings of Christ, and the condition of Salvation, for Our Lord said unless we die to ourselves we cannot live in Him. A third reason is that there are no two substances in nature which have more traditionally nourished man [and woman] than bread and wine. In bringing these elements to the altar, men [and women] are equivalently bringing themselves. When bread and wine are taken or consumed, they are changed into [one’]s body and blood. But when [Jesus] took bread and wine, He changed them into Himself.”
― Fulton J. Sheen, Life of Christ

Know your vocation…

You will know your vocation by the joy that it brings you. You will know. You will know when it’s right.
–Dorothy Day (1897-1980)

God is here…

God is here. This truth should fill our lives, and every Christmas should be for us a new and special meeting with God, when we allow his light and grace to enter deep into our soul.
–Saint Josemaría Escrivá (1902-1975)

Chamber of our heart…

There exists in our heart an interior land where we are alone, to which no one finds his way but God. This innermost, unfrequented chamber of our heart is really there – the only question is whether we ourselves avoid it foolishly… because no one and no familiar things of this earth can accompany us if we enter it.
–Karl Rahner (1904-1984)

Kill with the tongue…

I tremble to think that I have to give an account of my tongue. … Sometimes we kill with the tongue: we commit real murders.
–Saint Faustina (1905-1938)

Patience, patience, patience…

Patience, patience, patience is what the sea teaches. One should lie empty, open, choice-less as a beach– waiting for a gift from the sea.
–Anne Morrow Lindbergh (1906-2001)