Today, I remembered an experience that happened quite some time ago. I was accompanying our priest with a candle as he brought the Holy Communion to our elderly sisters. On the way to the infirmary, we took the elevator. It felt very strange to me to enter the elevator with the Blessed Sacrament—the consecrated bread, the body of Christ, Jesus Christ himself, in his entirety.
As I thought about it, I realized that there is no real reason why this should feel strange to me. After all, I believe that God is present everywhere, especially in other people. In each person, I encounter Christ himself. And it has never felt strange to me to be in an elevator with another person.
I think it was the idea that the infinite and majestic greatness of God was somehow "trapped" with me in an elevator that made me uneasy. How small our faith can be at times!
God is so great that he makes himself so small that we can receive him within us! What a miracle!
How immense is this step of God becoming bread, and how small, in comparison, is the step that he allows himself to be transported in elevators, cars, even subways, so that he may reach all who wish to receive him.
And how wonderful it would be if we could think more often, when we stand with someone in an elevator, that the infinite and majestic glory of God is there with us, waiting for us to recognize it and to worship him in our hearts!
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