Showing posts with label Mass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mass. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Loaves and Fishes

Note: I wanted to post this on Sunday, but blogger was having problems and I couldn't create new posts.


This picture was taken at a Church along the Sea of Galilee.  It is the Church of the Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes. The rock that you see below the altar is the rock upon which it is believed the miracle took place. The altar and church were built above and around the rock, which has not been moved.

The mosaic on the floor just in front of the rock shows two fish and a basket with four loaves of bread. The absence of the fifth loaf mentioned in the Biblical account of the event that took place is intentional. When the priest celebrates mass, the bread that he offers (which becomes Christ's body) is considered the fifth loaf.

The symbolism here helps to covey this miracle story as a prefiguring of the Eucharist itself.  It also connects the mass we celebrate today to the eternal actions that Jesus (fully human and fully divine) performed here on earth - in the very spot pictured above.

This was one of my favorite churches on the trip, and the image of the fish and four loaves is found all of Israel (on magnets, postcards, t-shirts...you know...tourist stuff ;-)

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Beautiful Beyond Comprehension

Here at BC there are many opportunities to attend mass on a daily basis. It is easy for me to go to the 9:30p.m. mass held in St. Martin's Chapel. (located in the basement of my dorm). However, there isn't a mass at that time on Fridays. So a couple weeks ago I went to 5:15 mass at the Abbey. I hated it. I was really uncomfortable and felt out of place. (The Abbey has certain traditions that I don't understand). After talking to a friend about it, I decided I should give the mass a chance. Every mass is sacred. Every mass is important. Every mass offers me Christ. The second time I went, before mass started I said a prayer something like what follows: "Lord I don't understand the beauty of this mass. Help me to be open to it. Help me to see it. Help me to find Your beauty within it, because I don't understand it on my own." It hit me. That should be the prayer I say before every mass. The beauty and sacredness of what takes place at every mass is so far beyond what I can comprehend that I need God's help finding it.