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
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