What else is there to do but become a saint?

And how else to become a saint but through the Blessed Sacrament?

Our salvation is our union with Christ in the bosom of the Father. Christ become Sacrament is not the less Christ for His being Sacrament. So our unity with the Blessed Sacrament is, in every way, our salvation.

This Sacrament is the path, the means, the end. Down this path is a most sweet beckoning towards the victimhood of the Host.

Little Nennolina of Rome, Venerable Antonietta Meo, wrote this at six years of age not long before her death:

“Dear Jesus, I want to be always always on Calvary beneath Your cross and also want to be Your lamp that burns day and night before the Most Blessed Sacrament of the Altar.”

She was a lamp indeed – and more than a lamp, for she became a little host, a little sacrament, united with Christ and His victimhood in the bosom of the Father.

Venerable Nennolina, pray for us!


Christ crucified before our eyes

The crucifix places us at the foot of the cross.  As we pass in front of it, we assume the position of Mary and John, or perhaps the Roman soldiers, or perhaps both.  We are compelled to witness the great act of Love in spite of our inconstancy.  The crucifix is also a gift of memory from those faithful who stayed with Jesus to those disciples who fled, and to me, who would have fled.

I took this photograph as a blithe tourist once.  I took it because I thought it a pretty sight, and how quaint these Bavarian Catholics were, setting up crucifixes around the mountains!  With a half-pint of good German beer in me, I looked at the outspread arms of Jesus with neither devotion nor compunction of heart, concerned with framing the shot and not at all with the lesson that this crucifix could teach me.  And yet I called myself a Christ-follower.  “I have spread forth my hands all the day to an unbelieving people, who walk in a way that is not good after their own thoughts. ”

Now it is different.  Now, at the very least, I know that I have my mother Mary to teach me how to love Christ on the crucifix.  Now I have St. Alphonsus and St. John and St. Aloysius and many others to help me and pray for me that I might turn my eyes more frequently and with greater devotion to this figure of the greatest love.  And then might I wish to be crucified too, in whatever state of life God will have me.

Indeed the best place to be is at the foot of the Cross.