The bishop's lectionary this morning from Acts 1 was about choosing Matthias as the 12th disciple in place of Judas.Facebook sent me a memory from ten years ago today--a photo of Jim at Campion Hall,
the Jesuit house where we spent a week while Jim gave the Speaker's Lectures. These two things jogged a memory for me that I want to record. Maybe I wrote about this before but Blogspot has just saved entries from the last five years.
I got up early to attend morning mass in the chapel. I expected a room full of Jesuits but I was the only one in the chapel. Soon I was joined by the celebrant, the assistant and the reader--all of whom had parts in the service. The homily given by the seated celebrant as if it was a conversation was about Matthias and his ordinariness and yet he is mentioned in Scripture and has a Saint's Day. I felt as if my ordinariness was being affirmed.
Then it came time for Mass. I am not a Catholic and I assume the celebrant knew that. Maybe not. Was I going to be welcomed to participate? I carefully noted that the wafer was broken into four pieces--I must be included. It was a participation in the supper of our Lord that I will always remember and cherish. "The body of Christ broken for you."
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