How can anyone who loves God and is thankful for the Gift that we’ve received from him in the Catholic Church not cry for joy when witnessing the fact that, over 2,000 since Jesus walked on earth, he is still alive?
How do I know he is still alive? Because after millennia of persecutions, denials and mediocrity from within and without, the Church still gathered around the successor of St. Peter last night to worship her Lord. True to his promise, Jesus has not left us orphans but has stayed with us, much to the dismay of legions lined up against him, in the Blessed Sacrament.
In my living room, I joined the World Youth Day pilgrims in song and praise and praying in the Spirit. We rejoiced that, even in the midst of the heathen 21st Century, God arises. We prayed that, as the Holy Father said, our hearts would become the Campus Fidei for the Holy Spirit. We received refreshment from God’s presence in Benediction and in each other. And that’s why I cried. My cup runneth over.