Just got down to a campsite yesterday and it's beautiful and sunny, seeming so peaceful after all the excitement over Trump. There is the most adorable little lost black baby goat here who let's me pet him. I must take a photo. I have no idea how find his owner.
I am sitting here in the campsite a little down in the dumps. Why? Well when I went to my van this morning to go to Mass the battery in my van was flat. So that was that was that. Later a very kind Park Ranger came along and gave me a start so I can travel again. But there is no local evening Mass and I feel such a sense of hunger for the Eucharist that causes a real pain and feeling of desolation. But I comfort myself that it is through no fault of mine . It seems to me this real deeper hunger for the Mass and the Eucharist that it really is what we Catholics say they are I often feel this hunger this longing in the afternoon. But then again suppose I were like tge vast majority of mankind and never went to Mass at all, how bad that would that be? I like to believe Jesus comes in the Desert of my heart, just insane different There is always tomorrow and the Mass again. How my heart cries for tomorrow
I remember after the churches opened after covid I told my priest of feeling the same thing and to me it was unexpected- the desire, the longing, the sadness of being kept from The Beloved. Yes I sat in my car as the Eucharist was exposed through the church window at various times during the day and night, but I could not quell the loss. I told him after that I was afraid of losing that feeling as my faith never seemed so alive as when I whined and cried to myself (and God) in the car. He understood and advised me that perhaps God allowed this for those who needed to know in the heart and mind what we were missing. He also said that I shouldn’t be surprised if the feelings left after resuming reception as we are not to believe because of just feelings but through acts of the will despite what we are feeling. I love my priest he is always able to word things so my little mind understands and continues to walk a sometimes very difficult road
It is strange but this hunger for God seems to me one of the Great Proofs of the reality of the Eucharist.
It's a very old statue, I believe it comes from the old Church before they built the new one in the 1960's. I believe an old statue like this before whom generations of the Faithful have prayed becomes imbued with a special holiness.
