This past weekend, we celebrated the Feast of Corpus Christi - or the Body and Blood of Christ. At the Saturday evening Mass, there is always a procession with the Blessed Sacrament around the church property. We stop at each corner and pray. We pray for the people who live there and in thanksgiving and petition for the things that happen in each directions (the seat of State government in Lansing, for example, and Michigan State University, to our immediate south, the country's government to the east, and the Great Lakes and farmlands to the north.)
We also do a humble version of an old tradition
We "learn" sacrifice very simply by sacrificing the pretty flowers - God's gift to us - and offering them back to glorify Him and show Him our love....reminding ourselves that we love GOD - not His gifts. I have to say that tearing those flowers up is hard to do! And to see the priest, deacons and servers walk right over it at the end of Mass, as the procession starts, also rather makes me wince. So our labor has been sacrifice, too. And temporary, as are all the works we do here on this earth.
Through the procession we show in an outward way what is happening on a deeper level....we are all "processing" through life - traveling together, trying to follow Jesus, keeping one another from wandering away.
It is always beautiful, and memorable, and I'm so glad we do it!



5 comments:
Your church engages its parishners so nicely.
Corpus Christi was just "another Sunday" in my church in Miami. Here, Mass was followed by Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, but of course that's when Elena proudly exclaimed that she had to go potty (sigh)!
Maria - She got through Mass! That's good! :)
I like your observation about the pain of ripping up the flowers. Flowers represent so much more than beauty and lightness. There is often hard work involved.
Ive never seen the flowers used to Corpus Christi...great symbolism.
Flowers are such a symbol for life I think. Buds, then blooms in all their glory and then death...but if taken care of, they reseed and it happens all over agian.
I must admit, a sermon at a funeral I went to, not my idea exactly:)
Anni,
You may not know this, but your words have kept me so focused lately. You also keep me from "wandering away" when I seem to get lost.
The flower carpet was so beautiful!
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