High on God
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Hello everyone!

I'm once again flying high on God. I came back from retreat this past Sunday and I had a wonderful time. I was at the Heights with the other retreatants and the Sisters. One of the Sisters gave me a prism (this one is simply a bottle of water (mouthwash had come in it at one time) that reflects the light in all kinds of rainbows). I love it! I felt so much like a little child again at the joy of receiving this unexpected gift. I was sooo excited.

I was able to reflect and pray alot that weekend. I loved praying with the Sisters. I was able to even pass out communion! One of my prayers was definitely answered, and I'm sure that alot more that I don't know about but God does were too. The one that I was aware of was that I'd been praying to see how I could receive the Eucharist every day. (Which is not possible at this point because I work when all masses are in service). The answer to my prayer came in a simple poem that explains that receiving the Eucharist is not simply going to church and getting communion, that it's a giving and receiving of Jesus. This can be done by taking the time to listen to a friend, or in receiving a hug, etc...etc.... I was overjoyed that God is sooo good and answered my prayer in this way.

Here's the poem for your reflection:

THE EUCHARISTHe was old, tired and sweaty pushing His homemade cart down the alley, Stopping now and then to poke around insomebody’s garbage. I wanted to tell him about Eucharist But the look in his eyes, the despair on his face, The hopelessness of somebody else’s life in hiscart, told me to forget it. So I smiled, said “Hi” – and gave him Eucharist.

She was cute, nice build, a little too much paint,Wobbly on her feet as she slid from her barstool, and on the make.
“No thanks, not tonight”, - and I gave her Eucharist.

She lived alone, her husband dead, her familygone, and she talked at you, not to you, words, endless words, spewed out.So I listened – and gave her Eucharist.

Downtown is nice, lights change from red togreen and back again, flashing blues, pinks and oranges, I gulped them in, Said “Thank You Father”, and made them Eucharist.

I laughed at myself, and told myself “You with all your sin and all your selfishness, I forgive you, I accept you, I love you” It’s nice, and so necessary to give yourselfEucharist.

My Father, when will we learn – You cannot talk Eucharist – you cannot philosophize about it. You do it. You don’t dogmatize Eucharist. Sometimes you laugh it, sometimes you cry it, often you sing it. Sometimes it’s wild peace, then crying hurt, often humiliating, never deserved.

You see Eucharist in another’s eyes, give it inanother’s hand held tight, squeeze it in an embrace. You pause Eucharist in the middle of a busyday, speak it in another’s ear, listen to it from a person who wants to talk.

For Eucharist is as simple as being on time and as profound as sympathy, I give you my supper, I give you my sustenance,I give you my life, I give you me. I give you EUCHARIST.

BY: R. Voigt

Isn't this poem so profound???? Anyways... there were alot of associates of the Sisters of Notre Dame at this retreat and several of them asked me if I would consider becoming one. Before I could answer, one of the other associates interrupted them and told them that "This one has a higher calling". I was quite taken aback because I had not told anyone on this retreat that I was discerning a call to religious life. (I don't really see it as a higher calling either). I asked her what she meant, and she answered back that I have the air of the nuns. She thought I'd make a good nun. Is this God at work or what? This is like the second time that someone has said something like this out of the blue.

Peace to you all.