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Today many Anglicans in many places celebrated Corpus Christi—the late medieval 'Feast of the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ', to use its official name. (Some of us also kept it this past Thursday.) There are complex reasons for the emergence of this feast in northern Europe in the thirteenth century, but they needn't concern us here. The feast is one of the most joyous of the year, kept with parades (what else can one call a procession with canopies and bagpipes?), undercroft-and-garden parties, and the best music one can muster—we've never heard more tremendous renditions of Stucky Coles' Ye Who Own the Faith of Jesus, or Mascagni's Regina Coeli from Cavalleria rusticana than we have on Corpus Christi.* Corpus Christi is among the most exuberant of the days on the church calendar because it celebrates one of God's greatest and best gifts to us: the Holy Communion. Corpus Christi is the Church's emphatic Yes to Jesus' simple command Do this. About this simple imperative, Do this, Gregory Dix wrote what we believe is one of the most beautiful of all paragraphs in the English language:
Dom Gregory's ekphrasis has been maligned as 'the Purple Paragraph', but it moves us without fail to a deeper emotional, intellectual and spiritual understanding of how central—how different in form and essentially identical in substance—the celebration of holy communion has been throughout Christian history. It moves us to see ourselves in this grand sweep of persons who have been fed by God with Love in the sacrament of the Holy Eucharist. It moves us to want to eat that Love who is the eucharistic gift, and so to become ourselves more what we eat. In heart and mind, we went today with a priest-friend who carried the Blessed Sacrament to a sick parishioner's home. In that house,
he brought from the altar of her parish church the simplest of meals and best of medicines. Behind a threshold where sense and intellect may not pass, the fruit of the earth, transformed by the work of human hands, transfigured by prayer, and accompanied by caring presence, was received with thanksgiving and rendered into praise. By this plain celebration, the Body of Christ became afresh the Body of Christ—our friend's arms his strong arms, our friend's suffering made perfect in his, our separation in space overcome by the unity of the sacrament. Our Corpus Christi was this simple home communion, redolent to be sure with the memories of parades and Mascagni, Tantum ergo, O Salutaris Hostia, and Champagne in a garden, but stripped down to its Upper Room core: strength for the journey, shared among friends, given freely, accepted unreservedly, the material and Real Presence of Jesus Christ, born in us today. O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel! See you next week. |
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