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First Communion During Coronavirus

Our daughter was slated to receive her First Holy Communion during the Traditional Latin Mass for the first Sunday after Easter, often called the Octave Day of Easter or Low Sunday.  But with the disordered state of affairs in our country, and more tragically in our Church, our priest–may the Holy Angels protect him–moved it up.  He didn’t want to risk something worse happening, and neither did we.

So yesterday morning, in the dark, we drove to our parish and prayed the Mass.  It was a Low Mass with my husband serving.  Only our immediate family was allowed in the body of the church.  No grandmas and grandpas.  No aunts, uncles, and cousins.  No friends.  (We are a family of 9.  10 people being the maximum number allowed anywhere these days.)

In fact, we didn’t even get to receive communion during the Mass.  It had to be afterwards.  Nor did we get to take photos with father either.  He was incredibly busy administering the Sacraments to other people, including hearing Confessions that apparently didn’t end until 4 hours later.  (The line was literally out the door–social distancing and all that.)  God bless his soul.

But we didn’t mind any of these things.  We were just thankful.  Thankful that Paul was home, and thankful that our Lord Himself came to dwell within our daughter’s soul for the very first time.

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This is she, praying before the Mass.
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My husband is off to the right.  That’s a camera off to the left.  The whole thing was online too.
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And here she is, moments before receiving Him.  She was beaming.  I shall never forget it.  May Jesus hold her ever close to His Most Sacred Heart.
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First Communion, Mud, & Tulips

Our fourth child, Johnny, just celebrated his First Holy Communion this last Sunday.  He was very happy and proud.

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Johnny

This was the first time we’ve had one of our children receive First Holy Communion at a Traditional Latin Mass, and it was simple and beautiful.

The two first communicants knelt at the altar rail while Father lifted the host and said, “Corpus Domini Nostri Iesu Christi custodiat animam tuam in vitam aeternam.  Amen.”  This means, “May the Body of our Lord Jesus Christ preserve your soul unto life everlasting.  Amen.”  Then they received Him on the tongue and were forever changed.

I’m often quite distracted at Mass attending to the children or foolishly forgetting what I’m doing.  But that day, after I received Jesus and was kneeling in the pew, I was so thankful.  I felt the love of Jesus surrounding our family.  As the chant schola moved into the Communion Antiphon, my heart soared.  He is so good to us!

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Here we all are.  It’s impossible to get everyone to look at the camera and smile!  Johnny’s twin brothers, Michael and Paul, were 2 of the 9 altar boys serving at this Mass.

Lately it’s been a little difficult to be thankful, as I seem to be falling into this trap again, and it only seems to rain around here.  My yard is a muddy mess!  Seriously, we can’t get even plant the grass, because it just rains and rains.

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My front yard.  The backyard is worse, trust me.

But my tulips are beautiful.

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And my children are too.

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Watching the rain.

If you’ve been experiencing some hard times, you might want to listen to Sterling Jaquith’s brief 20 minute podcast, “Hardship & Discomfort.”  It’s part three of her “Less Stressful Summer Series.”  Click HERE for it and scroll down a bit.  It was just what I needed the other day.

May God bless you this Spring!

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