Each one comes like a snapshot before me: a moment of
eternity paused where man and woman transcend this world and are pressed to the
person of Jesus. And somehow I share
that with them, and I set myself to intercede or even just admire that moment
when God Almighty stoops so low so as to scoop up and strengthen, uphold and
adore, raise up and divinize the poor and helpless soul who may or may not
fully know the truth of their encounter with the living God. Each face bears every hope and every transgression
laced beneath the eyes and tucked behind the ears. And there is that half-second pause when each
soul looks upon God, broken and risen, held aloft before a profound or
apathetic or distracted gaze (whatever the case may be) when they speak the
word amen. And all the uncreated splendor of the
Trinity leaps into their breast through their mouth breaching the soul and all
its darkest corners that we try to hide sometimes even from Him; and we stand
cleansed by communion.
I often wonder when I see your face, communicant, if you
have any idea what’s about to happen. I
often wish I wondered in vain.
+ Br. Joseph Michael Fino, CFR
Paterson, NJ
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