I have never realised how much of a weekly relief and ritual attending and participating in Sunday mass is for me until I left town and can make time to attend the English mass! Of course, I am constantly judging and trying to decipher the accent of the priest who seems to make it harder to figure out!
I am the bread of life.
As I walk to receive the Bread of Life at every Sunday, I realise how blessed I am to be able to be alive and healthy to visit the Lord and have been making a good use of the hour I spend with the Lord cause rest of the time it is a minute or more of conversation when Im exhausted and my brain doesnt work. But I have come to listen to the Lord and pay attention more in that one hour! I am hungrier every sunday I drive for half hour to reach that church cause I get to sing loud and praise my lord and worship Him with all my energy!
Let us all receive the bread in our faith starved lives! I am not perfect and my prayer life has gone for a toss with my erractic residency. I ensure Im well rested and prayer is secondary ( being honest ) but Sundays I push my way through traffic and the noise and race for that 1 hour of being immersed with His word and bread! I ensure my phone is silent and nothing compels me to check my notifications to distract my mind!
We are invited to the Sunday brunch with the Lord, let us put our hungry selves at the table and accept with joy and thankfulness the bread of life sacrificed for us and celebrate the Love the Father has for His children!
PRAYER
unto you oh Lord I come with my soul starved and hungry, help me find you in that Bread and attain peace and hope ! AMEN
