Lord, Satisfy Me With Your Presence

As I kneel before the altar on this solemn Feast of Corpus Christi, I gaze intently at the consecrated host held high by the priest. The silence of the church is sacred, yet within me there stirs a sacred conversation—a silent but powerful exchange between my soul and my Savior.

“Do you believe this is Me?” I hear Him ask, not with accusation but with love.

Yes, Lord, I believe. I have not seen with my eyes, but what my faith tells me is true: that the bread and wine become your Body and Blood. The substance is changed, even if the appearance remains the same. When I receive You in the Eucharist, I am not just remembering a past event—I am encountering the living Christ, truly present. I believe... help my unbelief. Each time the priest lifts the host, my heart should leap in adoration. But sometimes I’m distracted. I wonder: Where is my focus during this moment, the very pinnacle of our faith? Is it on You, Lord, or on my devotions, my duties, my fatigue?

When I consume You, Lord, You enter into me—not just into my mouth, but into my very being. The Bread of Heaven becomes one with my body; Your life fuses with mine in a union of love. It is not merely nourishment; it is transformation. You dwell in me, and I in You. How mysterious, how beautiful, how humbling. Yet, in today’s modern world, such belief often feels foolish. The world craves proof, spectacle, logic. But You, O Lord, are the quiet miracle—discreet like the loaves multiplied in secret. A miracle that is already present in us. And we, the faithful, are called to believe not because we see, but because we trust.

Sr. Juliana, a 13th century Norbetine Nun, saw the absence—a stripe on the moon—and longed for this feast so that we might never forget. Pope Francis reminds us that in adoring the Eucharist, we are strengthened to go forward. I ask, Lord, not for signs or wonders, but simply: Give me this daily bread... satisfy me with Your presence.

As I whisper “Amen” at Communion, I say more than a word—I say yes. Yes to Your love. Yes to being sent. Yes to becoming like You—broken and poured out for others. Corpus Christi is not just a feast. It is an invitation to encounter, adore, consume, and be transformed.

O Sacrament most holy, O Sacrament divine, all praise and all thanksgiving be every moment Thine.

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