I started this blogger account because of an interesting thing that happened to me last year while on a work trip. But you know how life is, you get busy and never have time to do everything you want to do. But I'll try to get this account going again. Here it goes...
As an ardent Catholic, I thought some of the perspectives I have from otherwise mundane events would seem puzzling to some people, and give other Catholics a giggle and a "been there" moment.
I was on a week-long work trip in NY state last year and decided to take the opportunity of being away from home to go through a spiritual "detox." While in the hotel room, I would only watch EWTN, would pray the rosary and the divine mercy chaplet every day in front of the blessed sacrament and attend daily mass every day (sounds wordy " daily mass every day" but I guess "daily mass" is understood as mass on a day other than Sunday, hence the qualifier).
So there I was, at daily mass on a Thursday morning, in this little yet pretty church somewhere in the Catskills. After receiving holy communion, I was kneeling in my pew when I noticed something on the wooden floor. "Man," I thought. "This looks like a crumb of host." The Catholic in me (which is pretty much "me") couldn't help but freak out a little. "What do I do??"
I didn't have time to phone in Colin Donovan on EWTN's "Open Line" to ask, plus his show is Friday afternoon. I always knew that when by mistake a consecrated host is dropped, the priest or minister is to pick it up and consume it.
But here's my problem... I'm no priest or minister. I'm not sure this is a piece of consecrated host... On the other hand, I didn't want to leave it on the floor if it was indeed the body of Christ.
So I picked it up and looked at it. Should I eat it? It was dirty and it looked like it'd been there a while. "Yes, let's eat it." "No, let me think about this..."
So I did something weird. Mass was over and I took it with me out of the church and into my car. I looked at it some more. Finally, when there was no one else around, I finally decided... I am going to consume it! And gulp.
Sweet.
Oatmealish.
Definitely not unleavened bread.
Not God. Crappy-old-stepped-on-who-knows-how-many-times cookie.
So there, that's my first story...
Later that day I did some research and found that in cases like that we are to wait after mass and bring it to the attention of the pastor.
That's it my friends.
My advice is to keep your mind on prayer during mass instead of counting crumbs on the floor.
