Eucharist

 Today, Holy Thursday, the Church celebrates the institution of the Eucharist.  It celebrates the Last Supper.  I haven't received Eucharist in many months.  I went to daily Mass in August, so it hasn't been a year, but it seems like it.  One Eucharist in a year.  One confession in a year. 

I have debated taking a chance and going to the Holy Thursday service.  I am so close to the end.  Easter will be the end of the 2 weeks since my second shot.  I am signed up for Easter Mass.  I long for that. I have decided not to go to Holy Thursday this year.  It is a tough decision.  But, I am comfortable with it.  Follow the rules, do what they say.  Don't take chances.

The thing about following the rules these days is that it isn't just for me.  I care for my grandchildren who are very young.  We are all up in each other's faces, so to speak.  I care for them in their home where my son and daughter in law work these days.  There are four of them I could expose to the virus.  Four who have been very careful this whole year.  Four who have also not been to Mass.

Holy Thursday isn't a Holy Day, but it is a holy day. Such a blessing that Christ left the Eucharist.  Such a blessing I wait to receive.