22/06/2025
On this Corpus ChristinSunday we pray for a deeper love and devorion and reverence to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
We remember all the children through the Deanery receiving their 1st Holy Communions today.
💔🍞 THE GREATEST LOVE STORY INSIDE A WHITE HOST
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They say the greatest love stories are written in poems,
or sung in songs,
or shown with flowers and sweet words.
But the greatest love story?
It’s written in bread.
Not fresh, warm bread from the oven.
Not soft, sweet bread shared at meals.
But something smaller... whiter... quieter...
A Host.
A tiny white Host.
This love didn’t begin at a wedding.
It began in a garden called Eden,
where man disobeyed God and ate the forbidden fruit.
Sin entered through that meal.
Man turned away from God...
And since then,
God has been walking back to man.
He came to us as a Child,
born in a manger, a place where animals eat,
because He came to be our spiritual food.
He lived with us, healed us, cried with us, and suffered for us.
Then He gave His life on the Cross, all because He loves us.
But His love didn’t end there.
Because true love stays.
It doesn’t walk away.
It says:
“I am with you always, even until the end of time.” (Matthew 28:20)
So He stayed.
Not in fire or thunder.
Not in big statues or golden buildings.
No, He stayed in bread.
Bread that is broken.
Bread that is silent.
Bread that hides the King of Kings.
Why?
Because bread can be eaten.
It goes inside us.
It becomes part of us, just like He wants to be.
He doesn’t just want our praise.
He wants to live in us.
Each time the priest lifts the Host at Mass,
Heaven is watching closely.
Because that small Host is the same Jesus who:
– walked on water,
– raised the dead,
– and prayed in the garden before His death.
You don’t receive a little bit of Jesus.
You receive all of Him.
“This is My Body, given up for you.”
Not a symbol.
Not just a reminder.
But the real Jesus.
The God who made the stars
is now small enough to sit on your tongue.
And yet… we often forget.
We receive Him without thinking.
We forget that this bread… is Love Himself.
🙏🏽 Today on Corpus Christi, pause.
Look again at that white Host.
That’s Jesus, your Bridegroom, waiting for you.
That’s your Savior, offering His wounds in love.
That’s the Love Story of the Cross, hidden in simple bread.
Not everyone understands.
Not everyone believes.
But we will kneel.
We will adore.
And like Thomas, we will say:
“My Lord and my God.”
Because in that white Host…
God is still writing the greatest love story ever told.
🙏🏽 May you fall in love with Jesus in the Eucharist again today.
Happy Feast of Corpus Christi.
