Jesus Is the Eucharist. A Love That Stays
“This is my body, given for you.” — Luke 22:19
There is a silence after the consecration,
a stillness so full it hums with fire.
Bread on the altar… yet more than bread.
Wine in the chalice… yet more than wine.
We kneel, we gaze, we try to believe with more than our eyes.
Jesus is the Eucharist.
Not a symbol. Not a gesture. Not a memory.
He is Presence. He is Promise. He is Person.
He is here. Now. For you.
A God Who Stays
He did not want to love from afar.
He did not want to remain in the pages of Scripture
or the fading memories of a fading world.
So He gave us His Body.
He gave us a way to touch the untouchable
and be touched in return.
“I am with you always.” (Matthew 28:20)
He meant it. And in the Eucharist, He proves it.
The Language of Love
Bread is broken. Wine is poured.
Simple things (everyday things)
taken into divine hands,
spoken over with eternal words.
“Take, eat… This is my body.”
This is how He loves:
not from a throne of gold,
but from a small white Host,
humble, hidden, whole.
Not with thunder, but with silence.
Not with force, but with invitation.
The Hidden God
How strange, that the God of stars
would choose to dwell in bread.
But this is the mystery of the Eucharist:
that glory bends low to meet us in our hunger.
He hides Himself, not to play a game,
but to enter our lives gently,
without overpowering our freedom.
He waits.
In the tabernacle.
In the monstrance.
In the chalice held by trembling hands.
He waits… for you.
The Food That Transforms
We eat many things in life that sustain the body.
But only one food can awaken the soul.
In the Eucharist,
we consume the One who consumes us with love.
He does not become part of us. We become part of Him.
It is not just nourishment;
it is transformation.
It is not just ritual;
it is encounter.
It is not just Sunday;
it is eternity in a moment.
A Love Story at Every Mass
Every Mass is Calvary,
and yet also the Upper Room,
and also the Emmaus road,
where hearts burn and eyes are opened in the breaking of the bread.
Every time we kneel,
heaven comes down to meet earth.
Angels watch. Saints adore.
And Jesus, the Lamb of God,
offers Himself again… not in pain,
but in love that remembers the pain.
When You Don’t Feel It
There are days when the Host looks plain.
When faith feels thin. When your heart is quiet, or even closed.
Still… He is there.
The Eucharist is not true because we feel it.
It is true because He said so.
And His Word does not pass away.
Come anyway.
Kneel anyway.
Whisper your doubts, your fears, your hopes.
And then listen.
He speaks not with sound,
but with Presence.
Eucharist = A Love That Stays
In the end, this is the miracle:
that Love did not leave us.
That God found a way to stay.
To enter every chapel, every parish,
every outstretched hand and open heart.
To feed us not only with grace,
but with Himself.
He is Bread for the hungry.
He is Wine for the weary.
He is Jesus… in the Eucharist.
Come.
Behold the Lamb of God.
Let Him be enough.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam ✨ A.M.D.G.
(For the greater glory of God)
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