I’ve been to a Home Blessing before. Let me tell you, it’s different when it’s YOUR home being blessed. It's personal. It's real. And it’s hard not to take these words to heart:
“Lord, be close to your servant (that’s me!) who moves into this home and asks for your blessing. Be her shelter when she is at home, her companion when she is away, and her welcome guest when she returns. And at last receive her into the dwelling place you have prepared for her in your Father's house, where you live for ever and ever.”
I remember after I was Baptized the smile that was on my face. For at least a solid year. People noticed it and commented on it. I’d fall asleep at night with this goofy grin on my face as I would recall that blessed evening. I’ve done that this week since my Home Blessing. It’s that profound and real and happy.
I even did another walk through after everything was calm and quiet and the party had been cleaned up. I traced our steps from Friday night and looked at every room that had been blessed. I imagined what that meant. I thought about what that blessing meant for my life. Not just at home. It added meat to the idea that has been spinning around in my head about two worlds colliding*. About the Mass being the Real World—the only thing, truly, that is real. And while I still haven’t figured it out, I’m sorting through things at lightening speed now.
When I carry the Mass in my heart when I am away from home, when I carry God with me (or He carries me with Him) I’m bringing my two worlds together. It’s all just anticipation until I participate in the Eucharist once again—when I am physically in Communion with my Brothers and Sisters—if I’m sitting in a pew or sitting at a traffic light. I can imagine it all melting into one. I don’t see how it can happen… but I can almost feel it. I’m excited about going out into the world with Him. Why have I never felt this before?
More on these worlds colliding as they do.
*(Worlds colliding. It’s funny that I would use that phrase. Clay and I joke about that when we talk about our different groups of friends meeting one another. You know, Church friends, old friends, Nick friends, work friends, these friends, those friends… Friday night they all collided and it was beautiful.
They are all beautiful. )
I even did another walk through after everything was calm and quiet and the party had been cleaned up. I traced our steps from Friday night and looked at every room that had been blessed. I imagined what that meant. I thought about what that blessing meant for my life. Not just at home. It added meat to the idea that has been spinning around in my head about two worlds colliding*. About the Mass being the Real World—the only thing, truly, that is real. And while I still haven’t figured it out, I’m sorting through things at lightening speed now.
When I carry the Mass in my heart when I am away from home, when I carry God with me (or He carries me with Him) I’m bringing my two worlds together. It’s all just anticipation until I participate in the Eucharist once again—when I am physically in Communion with my Brothers and Sisters—if I’m sitting in a pew or sitting at a traffic light. I can imagine it all melting into one. I don’t see how it can happen… but I can almost feel it. I’m excited about going out into the world with Him. Why have I never felt this before?
More on these worlds colliding as they do.
*(Worlds colliding. It’s funny that I would use that phrase. Clay and I joke about that when we talk about our different groups of friends meeting one another. You know, Church friends, old friends, Nick friends, work friends, these friends, those friends… Friday night they all collided and it was beautiful.
They are all beautiful. )
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