Then Fr.John told us that we had a desecration of the Eucharist last weekend and that it was not the first time. He said that often people come from all over to an event--wedding, funeral, etc. and march up to receive the Sacrament (despite the fact that he always gives a little explanation about reception of the Eucharist when not a Catholic) or fallen away Catholics who need confession.At any rate, a host was found with a bite out of it and stuck to a hymnal. Fr. removed the consecrated host, placed it in a container with some water in it to dissolve it and then dispose of it correctly. The next day he opened the tabernacle and the host was bleeding!!! He returned the host to the tabernacle and viewed it later and the blood was now a small dot visible on the host. The third time he checked on the host, it was again full of blood. Fr. mentioned that this was not the first time this has happened. He had experienced this before but took it to mean that it was meant for him. This time he felt that he had to share it with the parish.After Mass Fr. John held prayers for the reparation of desecration to the sacred species. With the Exposition of the we did the Litany to the Heart of Jesus, had Benediction and recited the .
There are actually many such Eucharistic miracles all over the world. In August of 2008, my husband and I went on a pilgrimage with our church to Italy. We witnessed several Eucharistic miracles, but the one in Lanciano has to be the one the impressed me the most. We went to the little church of St. Francis right after lunch and Fr. Joel celebrated Mass with a mere curtain separating us from where the miracle was on display. After Mass we were allowed a brief time there before being told that we were going to watch a video on the history behind the miracle. I stepped into the hallway not really wanting to go and when I saw that no one was there, I said to the person next to me that I didn't want to watch a video when I was with "the real thing". The resident priest heard me and said, "Yes, you come and enjoy." He took me by the arm into a little darkened chapel behind the miracle and there in front of me at eye level was Jesus. I fell to my knees and wept. Who was I to be brought here? Nothing! For half an hour, though I had no concept of time, I contemplated the God who humbles Himself to become a prisoner of the tabernacle - Who takes the form of bread and wine to nourish our souls. How can we resist the call to be a house for God - to receive Him every day we possibly can? It was my wish before going on the pilgrimage to have the desire to be a daily communicant. He graciously granted me that wish.
I heard what seemed to be the voice of a great multitude, like the sound of many waters and like the sound of mighty thunderpeals, crying, "Hallelujah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to be clothed with fine linen, bright and pure" --for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints. And the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb." And he said to me, "These are true words of God." ~ Revelation 19: 6-9