I do not envy the Seraphim their fire, for I have a greater gift deposited in my heart. They admire You in rapture, but Your Blood mingles with mine.
St. Faustina Kowalska
Several years ago, a wonderful diocesan priest used to give talks on the interior life to my Carmelite community.
He was very informative and inspiring, but on a couple of occasions, he made the comment that we are more than God’s adopted children (as referenced in Ephesians 1:5.) Father explained that although we are not eternally begotten in the way that Jesus is, we are still something beyond adopted, by God. He explained that “adopted” was not an exact translation of the original Greek word.
I have an adopted son, and so does one of the other community members. She and I would seek each other out after these talks, feeling somewhat disturbed. Didn’t Father know that adopted parents love their children just as much as other parents do? We also worried that adopted individuals would feel offended, if they heard his comments.
Afterall, he did make it sound like being adopted made one a somewhat inferior member of a family.
Secure in my love for my son, I had long ago forgotten all of this when I went on a retreat last January.,
At the very first conference, the retreat master spoke exquisitely of our identity in God, of our sharing in His Divine Nature…, and then he said something which made my heart quicken:
Holy Communion makes us not only adopted children of God, but of the same Blood.
This was exactly what the first priest was trying to make us understand. But great mystery that it is, somehow the retreat master was able, by the Grace of God, to penetrate my heart with the breathtaking beauty of this unspeakable Gift.
God’s Infinite Love found a way to impart to us not only His Fatherhood, but to actually “relate” us to Himself. Jesus “mingles” His Most Precious and Divine Body and Blood with the flesh and blood of His poor creatures by giving Himself to them in the Most Holy Eucharist.
I felt that I would die of joy if I could but grasp the depth of His Love, His thirst for union, His Perfect Fatherhood, the Ecstasy that Holy Communion really is! When I consume Jesus, we become one. He possesses me, and imparts a spark of His Divinity to me through sanctifying Grace
During those moments of Holy Communion, Jesus and I are like two candles melted into one – His Flesh and Blood joined to mine, in a way that not even a biological mother is united to her unborn child. And when the Sacred Species is no longer present within me physically, the \\ of Jesus still remains.
Father spoke of these mysteries with such reverence that my eyes welled with tears. Such sublime matters transcend our understanding; we can only glimpse for a moment at such wonders before our minds and hearts give way beneath the Blinding Light of Divine Love.
If I could have been the one to give life to my son, to bear him within me and bring him into the world, would I have chosen to do so? Oh yes! It is because I love him so much that I would have wanted a deeper, more intimate bond with him, a bond of my very own flesh and blood. But this was not possible for me.
If I could desire such a thing, how much more would God desire that His children be “born” of Him. And because for God, all things are possible, He found a way. We are not only redeemed by His Flesh and Blood, and nourished by His Own Substance, but we are also bound to Him by His Own life-giving Flesh and Blood. More than adopted, we are children of His Blood – true sons and daughters of God!
“Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me.” John 6: 56-57.