Richard Rohrs Daily Meditation Eucharist Sabbath Meditation Saturday, September 27, 2014 Remember: At his Last Supper, Jesus gave us the Eucharistic meal as an action, a mime, a sacred ritual for community that would summarize his core and lasting message for the world. (Sunday) The Eucharist was meant to be a sacrificial meal in which the Body recognized itself, defined itself, and declared its social identity and its central purpose. (Monday) The Eucharist becomes our ongoing touchstone through the Christian journey, a place we must keep going to in order to find our face, our name, our absolute identity, who we are in Christ, and thus who we are forever. (Tuesday) We keep eating and drinking the Mystery, until one day it dawns on us in an undefended moment, “My God, I really am what I eat!” (Wednesday) You are constantly in the presence of God. You cannot not be! (Thursday) I believe we are transformed when we eat the Real. It is too much to think or understand with the mind alone; we can only eat it until its very nutrition changes us. (Friday) Rest: Mass on the World In the spirit of lectio divina, sacred reading (learn more about this practice here), meditate on these words by the Jesuit philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin: “Since once again, Lord—though this time not in the forests of the Aisne but in the steppes of Asia—I have neither bread, nor wine, nor altar, I will raise myself beyond these symbols, up to the pure majesty of the Real itself; I, your priest, will make the whole earth my altar and on it will offer you all the labours and sufferings of the world. “Over there, on the horizon, the sun has just touched with light the outermost fringe of the eastern sky. Once again, beneath this moving sheet of fire, the living surface of the earth wakes and trembles, and once again begins its fearful travail. I will place on my paten, O God, the harvest to be won by this renewal of labour. Into my chalice I shall pour all the sap which is to be pressed out this day from the earth’s fruits. “My paten and my chalice are the depths of a soul laid widely open to all the forces which in a moment will rise up from every corner of the earth and converge upon the Spirit. Grant me the remembrance and the mystic presence of all those whom the light is now awakening to the new day…. “Over every living thing which is to spring up, to grow, to flower, to ripen during this day say again the words: ‘This is my Body’. And over every death-force which waits in readiness to corrode, to wither, to cut down, speak again your commanding words which express the supreme mystery of faith: ‘This is my Blood’.”
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 13:00:02 +0000
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