Try just sitting so still you think you must look statue-like. Contemplate Christ consecrating a host just for you. Want it so much you might even softly weep. And, sometimes, it will feel as if He actually gives it to you, in your heart of hearts. He will not deny one faithful and penitent, needy and humble. His loving and gentle Sacred Heart becomes one with yours. And, that, of course, is the Communion as with the physical Eucharist.

I would imagine that many a devout Catholic imprisoned away from Mass and Communion has had to take to this Eucharist by desire. My legs keep me so often from even Sunday Mass. I have not been able to drive for years and depend upon ‘chauffeurs’ (messengers, visitors, ‘Communion church ladies’) for so many out-of-the-house things.

But, Christ just cannot keep Himself away from me. We’re ‘hooked on’ each other. I do not need Him to come running: He is there, and He loves to be there to love me. And, sometimes, when in the still silence lonely tears can fall, He is there just about as surely as His Body at Mass.

Oh, how He loves us, so.