Tears of Serving
By Jan Barrett
Being a Eucharistic Minister humbles me. I was very surprised when Father Milligan at St. Luke’s approached me about being an EM as I had just recently completed my religious education classes and my Confirmation. Prior to that, during communion, I kneeled with the rest of the parishioners and cried silently because I wanted Holy Communion so badly.
It’s hard to explain the joy and peace I felt when I received my first communion. And guess what, I cried then as well. So, when I was asked to be an EM, I was honored but wasn’t sure I could serve without tears. Father asked me to pray about it and decide if it was something I thought God wanted me to do. One day at Mass I felt something in my heart that said I should serve. I took the EM class and was soon scheduled to serve. My heart was pounding at the privilege I was about to experience. There were tears running down my face the entire time. My heart was ecstatic however. Someone told me that I was blessed with the gift of tears. I can only say that it felt like those tears were coming directly from my heart and it was filled with love. Eventually I could serve as a minister without too many tears but I must admit that there are times when I still get choked up. Each time I step onto the altar it fills me with awe that I am there. That I will be offering the gifts of the Body or Blood of our Lord. As I look at the faces of children coming up for communion or of someone that is physically challenged yet makes the effort to come down the aisle to receive the body and blood of Christ, I am humbled once again and reminded of the blessings that serving brings to me.September 28, 2017