Tonight I was listening to a talk by Father Mike Schmitz about the beauty found in the sacrament of the Eucharist. This post includes some of Father Mike's thoughts with a little bit of Chloe-isms sprinkled in.
We're physical beings. We have bodies that reside here on a physical earth, surronded by things that we interact with through taste, touch, smell and sound. We connect with the tangible. Although we have an eternal soul, we are able to experience the goodness God has provided for here on this earth with our bodies.
Including love. And other people. As someone whose love language is physical touch, I can so attest to this. Body language speaks volumes. There have been times that I have felt loved simply by someone taking the time to put their arms around me and give me a genuine hug.
Physical touch and contact with friends and family is easy to find. It's there in a romantic relationship too. But what about my relationship with God? How does my love language translate into my relationship with the Divine? There have been countless times that I have turned to my girlfriends and said "If only Christ could wrap me in His arms and I could feel his warmth in a hug. And if He wore cologne." That would be what they call the dream.
Father Mike tackled this subject of the physical desire, and said, "We shake hands with everyone. There are a smaller number of people who we would hug. Even a smaller number of people who we'd kiss. A smaller number still who we'd kiss like that. And only in the sacrament of marriage are we called to give ourselves totally to another physically."
But to those of us who have been walking around the Catholic block for quite a while, that amazing mystery seems common place. Going to Church this Sunday to receive the very body of the creator of the universe? Sure, we'll take some of that. We may or not be more excited for the doughnuts after Church though.
Yet day after day, we spend our lives yearning, aching for the one. Not just someone, or a one, or anyone, but The One. We love love, and want someone to return the feeling.
Yet when we receive communion, every Mass becomes a wedding between you and the best lover in the history of forever.
A lover who knows me better than I know myself. Who not only recognizes my hopes and dreams, but has plans to amplify them and sweep me off of my feet...and off the path defined by my will. I think it's time I got to know that lover better. He knows the count of hairs on my head...and sometimes I can count the number of times I've prayed this week on one hand.
In the Song of Songs, the story of a lover who desires the good of his beloved is woven throughout the language of a fantastic romance. But at the core of this is the story of a God who is enamored with His beloved. You're God's "The One."
Song of Songs 7:10 "I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me."
He desires us...are we willing to make Him our one?