Joan de Joanes, The Last Supper, c. 1562, oil on panel, Prado Museum
The night before Easter, the Vigil, I became a Catholic. I was baptized, confirmed, and took Holy Eucharist. Eucharist is important to me because it is when Catholics as a community all join with Christ. Timezones notwithstanding, I consumed the body of Christ with every other Catholic that attended Mass that night, at roughly the same time. We were all connected through the flesh of Christ, the true food (John 6:55). We all were truly part of the mystical body of the Church. God bless us.
I feel different now that I’m Catholic. Not amazingly different, but I feel like I’ve found my spot. I also feel like I can now fully participate in the lives of the saints. I can get closer to St. Catherine of Siena than ever before. I can follow in the footsteps of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, truly. I am content yet filled with burning. More on that later.