The Word Made Flesh

​I have a confession to make.

This evening, in the Midnight Mass before Christmas, I had an experience so surreal I had to write this right after coming home for me to remember how I felt.

I attended the 8pm Holy Mass in The Magnificat Chapel in Marist School, Marikina.

During the Communion part, in the queue to the Eucharist, as I walk closer to the lay minister to receive the Body of Christ, I felt a different kind feeling that I can’t describe exactly how it really felt. The closest sensation to it is that it’s like a chill.

When I felt that way, I know that I was feeling the Real Presence. When I received the Holy Sacrament, it’s as if I wanted to bend my knees right on that spot where I was standing. And as I went back to the pew, I just thanked Jesus Christ for letting me eat the bread where his presence is hidden.

My response to this experience is that I’ll continue to be a devotee of the Blessed Sacrament. Though I may fail to attend the daily Holy Mass, I will try to visit our community chapel and just be present there and show myself.

Praise be to you, Lord Jesus Christ, the Word made Flesh.