I got back at the consecration just in time for Kiddo#4 to decide pooping had made room for more milk, and therefore it must be my responsibility to put more there.
I�m a discreet nurser-in-public so I just slipped K4 around in the Mayawrap, and at the moment I latched him on, I heard the priest say, �This is my body, which will be given up for you.�
You know those �epiphany� moments? I had one right then, and it lasted right until the end of Mass.
There are only two times in the average human being�s life when we can expect to say �this is my body� to another human being. One of them would be a mother with her baby: first, a mother giving her body over to her baby for the purpose of gestation and later on for nursing. The mother is giving from her physical self solely for the benefit of someone else. Her uterus exists only for the nurturance of a different human being. And really, the same can be said of her breasts. That whole system is there only to benefit someone who is not her. In fact, she might be healthier if those systems were removed, and many women can and do live a full life without ever using those systems.
The second situation would be lovers in an act of physical intimacy: a man effectively says �this is my body� to his bride, or a woman to her husband. Again it�s other-oriented for the most part: Take me; this is my body. I am yours.”
And for the rest of the Mass, right through Communion, I was struck by the way Jesus had said that to us, the tender vulnerability of a man approaching his spouse or the concern of a mother feeding her baby. The chance of rejection. The openness to the needs of the other. The awkwardness of someone who loves someone else.
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