... in going to communion

Published on 14 Jun 2018
Chalice and patten set out for Mass

I attend quite a big church and usually go to the family Mass. It's the same kind of Mass I attended from when I was born to when I left home, full of families with young ones, so despite the background noise I feel most at home there I suppose.

This week as I went up to communion the lady in front had communion and then attempted to get her small child to come away from the priest. The child was, however, quite determined and held their hands up hopefully. I waited patiently for the little one to be distracted by his mother and as I received the host I smiled, and so did the priest giving out communion. A shame we don't always exchnange such smiles. But the child's hunger to be fed in this way, even though he was too young to understand, reminded me of how fortunate I am to be fed and to be part of this welcoming church.