I wanna make this quick and short.
And there’s a reason for that.
What follows is something I wanted to write back in December but I didn’t.
Anyway let’s get into that now. It’s a little deep.
Has anything happened in your life that was very brief but left a huge impact?
Ponder on that.🤔
Something of that sorts happened to me.
It was back in 2018.
I was in my hometown. I was staying at a convent hostel as it was closer to my coaching classes.
The best part about staying there was that I could go to church daily. It was just a minutes walk.
It was of course the pre corona period but back then too, recieving communion in hand was normal there(personally not a huge fan).As it’s said“When in Rome do as the Romans do”. So I also started receiving communion in my hand.
Few days passed.
One day as I was walking back after receiving Jesus in communion my eyes were drawn to a Sister kneeling. She was keenly looking into the palm of her hand and moving her finger as if searching for something precious in what appeared as an empty hand to me.
It was just some 30 seconds of my life.
It was just a glance.
I knelt in my place and wondered as to what was she doing. Something urged me to look into mine. I looked into my palm and I saw tiny, like very very tiny pieces of Jesus left in my palm. You would miss if you didn’t search keenly.I moved my finger in my palm and placed Him on my tongue. Precious.
Oh even as I write this down now, that moment plays as if real.
It was a mere 30 seconds of my life but it’s been a huge part.
As I look back I can say that I learnt quite a few things from that brief encounter.
Jesus showed me how much He loved me. How much He wished to be with me.
He taught me that He is wholly present even in the minutest piece of the host.
There were moments when I was brought to tears thinking of how, He didn’t mind to become so, so very small that I may be able to receive Him.
Broken, and little.
Tiny and in pieces.
So that I may have a part with Him.
So that I, a sinner, may be able to unite with Divinity.
How long did you take to read this?
A minute or two.
I pray that this moment be imprinted in your heart as that glance was imprinted in mine, so that the next time you receive communion in your palm(during covid era), you may search keenly for any pieces of Him left behind. Don’t dust your hand or wipe it away.
Remember every piece of consecrated host no matter how much small, even if it seems like a speck is Jesus as a whole.
And another lesson that I learnt from this incident was that just like how my eyes fell on that dear Sister, many eyes will fall on me. The question that I need to find an answer for, is, will I be able to give them Jesus by my actions, by my way of living with no words spoken.
I stayed in that hostel for almost 7 months, I never spoke to this Sister, I don’t know her name but her face is still imprinted in my memory. That moment, that glance,that 30 seconds of my life still plays in my heart as I keenly look through my palm for the tiny pieces of Jesus. And I thank our Lord for her through whom He pierced into my heart.
Live well. You never know who is watching you and learning from you.
You could be the reason for the best 30 seconds of someone else’s life.
Goodnight or good morning. Whenever this finds you.