We need not go to Jerusalem , we need not have lived eighteen
hundred years ago, to find the Precious Blood, and worship it.
[...] We actually worship it every day in the chalice at
Mass. When the chalice is uplifted over the altar, the Blood of Jesus is
there, whole and entire, glorified and full of the pulses of His true human
life.
The Blood that once lay in the cave at Olivet, that curdled in
the thongs and knots of the scourges, that matted His hair, and soaked His
garments, that stained the crown of thorns and bedewed the
Cross…;
that same Blood is living in the chalice, united to the Person of
the Eternal Word, to be worshipped with the uttermost prostration of our bodies
and our souls.
When the beams of the morning sun come in at the windows of the
church, and fall for a moment into the uncovered chalice, and glance there as if
among precious stones with a restless timid gleaming, and the priest sees it,
and the light seems to vibrate into his own heart, quickening his faith and
love, it is the Blood of God which is there, the very living Blood whose first
fountains were in the Immaculate Heart of
Mary.
When the Blessed Sacrament is laid upon your
tongue, that moment and that act which the great angels of God look down upon
with such surpassing awe, the Blood of Jesus is throbbing there in all its
abounding life of glory.
It sheathes in the sacramental mystery that exceeding radiance
which is lighting all heaven at that moment with a magnificence of splendour
which exceeds the glowing of a million
suns.
You do not feel the strong pulses of His immortal life. If you
did, you could hardly live yourself. Sacred terror would undo your
life.
But in that adorable Host is the whole of the Precious Blood, the
Blood of Gethsemane, Jerusalem , and Calvary , the Blood of the Passion, of the Resurrection,
and of the Ascension, the Blood shed and
re-assumed.
As Mary bore that Precious Blood within
herself of old, so do you bear it
now.
It is in His Heart and veins, within the temple of His Body , as it was when He lay those nine
months in her ever-blessed womb.
[...] The whole of the Precious Blood is in
the chalice and in the Host. It is not part: it is the whole. We may well
tremble to think what sanctuaries we are, when the Blessed Sacrament is within
us.
Frederick
William Faber (1814—1863): The Precious Blood, pp. 23-34.
Holy card: TEXT: Source of life, delicious beverage,
you give immortality.
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Amen
ReplyDeleteWell said, Marion! AMEN!!
ReplyDeleteI love this!!! It is so poetic and beautifully said! I wish that every priest could read and contemplate this as he lifts the chalice and sees the sun beams and I wish that every person who received the Most Precious Blood of Christ could read this and ponder it as he/she approaches the altar to receive Him gently placed upon their tongue. So lovely!
ReplyDeleteFr Faber's heart and writings - an ever-new gift to the Church! Don't stop with this excerpt - the entire book will make you weep! It is his best (by his own admittance in consideration of all the books he wrote) - as once the mystery of the blood of Christ is considered,contemplated - it is all that is necessary...
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