I have been waiting all summer for the Bible study to start again. The first lesson is on the first letter of St. John the Evangelist.
“This is what we proclaim to you” What was from the beginning, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked up and our hands have touched – we speak of the Word of Life. (This life became visible; we have seen and bear witness to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life that was present to the Father and became visible to us.)
As I read these words I can imagine John, the youngest Apostle, in his last years remembering the times he spent with Jesus, the Son of God. As John writes these words his hand shake because the memory is so vibrant, so alive. John and the other Apostles spent time with Jesus; they shared meals with Jesus; they slept on the same hard ground or shared the same donated sleeping spaces. John and the others laughed and talked around a campfire as they spent nights far away from civilization together. They prayed together. Together they watched as Jesus healed the sick, raised the dead and fed multitudes.
And as I read these words a part of me wishes that I could go back in time to see what John saw, hear what John heard, touch what John touched – and yet, it is not possible.
Every time I attend Mass, I sit in the church waiting for the Mass to begin. Waves of love coming from the Tabernacle surround and embrace me and all others in attendance. I walk with halting steps, my hands shaking as I reach out for Jesus in the Eucharist. In my hands which are soiled and tired living in this world, I hold the God of the Universe. He invites me to take His body and blood into my body and be changed by the experience – just as John and the Apostles were changed so long ago.
How very blessed am I!