On Holy Thursday, on the night before that good and terrible day, Jesus ate a Passover meal with his disciples. Jesus’ humanity was present in more than one way at that meal. (What a marvel!)

This is why we can go to the Mass, to the Monstrance, and to the Tabernacle. Words are exhausted. On some better days, I’m reminded of Father René Voillaume’s last testament:

This is the final grace that I dare to ask you for. May they all have the faith of a child, the faith that permits one to have one’s soul overtaken by the ineffable joy that is your own, Jesus, which springs up in the contemplation of the wonders of Love in your Kingdom.

Before your presence in the consecrated host, the child marvels and enters into the mystery, while the adult is tempted to try to understand it through his reason and thus reduces it to the measure of his natural intelligence. No human intelligence, no theology, is capable of penetrating a mystery which has the same dimensions as the mystery of the Incarnation of God and its prolongation in our history.

Jesus, on one occasion you gave thanks to your Father for having hidden these mysteries of the Kingdom from the wise and powerful and for having revealed them to the little ones. Lord, grant that we may all be among your little ones.

Just faith like a child’s! We just need to look on the Beloved and wonder. He is here today. On the day the Eucharist was begun so many centuries ago, his humanity was even there in more than one way. All of this is light! It’s a mystery of light. Jesus is being glorified. It all comes back to faith, love, and wonder.