Sundays remind me of Confession.
Not just because of the Liturgy of the Mass and it’s penitential elements, but because when I confess, I can guarantee you that though I fully intend to ‘sin no more’, no sooner am I driving home from making that oh so contrite confession, than my venial sins begin to accumulate with startling rapidity. (Other bleepin’ drivers eh?)
A few evenings ago, I had to remind myself what day it was… it dawned on me, eventually, that it was Sunday and that I had attended Mass that very morning and received my Lord in the Eucharist. How can it be that I have become so complacent? That very morning I had consumed Jesus….was the Eucharist no longer a miracle that resonated with me anymore? Since when did I have to remind myself that I had witnessed a miracle at the Banqueting table of the Lord?
Oh give to me a heart of love for you, O Lord. Give me a heart of devotion to the Blessed Sacrament. Give me a Eucharistic heart, a heart of thanksgiving. God help me!