Yesterday at Mass, my husband noticed that on the floor of our pew, by our feet, was a quarter of an unconsumed Host. He picked it up and consumed it.
Discussing it on the way home, my husband chose to think the best, not the worst. “Maybe [at a previous Mass] the wedge was part of Consecration Host, and it somehow got picked up with another one and missed, or dropped onto a sweater, or something.”
My husband is always quick to think the best, especially when a matter is too troubling to consider, otherwise. We don’t want to think the worst, that someone simply threw the Blessed Sacrament on the floor, or had casually nibbled at the Host, as though it were a cookie – although such things do, sadly, happen.
Nevertheless it brought home to us, again, the reasonableness of receiving the Eucharist by mouth, rather than by hand. My husband currently receives in the hand; I have, over the years, gone back to receiving by mouth; neither one of us has an issue with the other’s choice – they’re just our personal preferences. But my husband has said that if the choice disappeared, he’d have no problem receiving by mouth again.
So, it is very interesting to read Pope Benedict’s thoughts on the matter:
“I am not opposed in principle to Communion in the hand; I have both administered and received Communion in this way myself.”
But, he explains: “The idea behind my current practice of having people kneel to receive Communion on the tongue was to send a signal and to underscore the Real Presence with an exclamation point. One important reason is that there is a great danger of superficiality precisely in the kinds of Mass events we hold at Saint Peter’s, both in the Basilica and in the Square. I have heard of people who, after receiving Communion, stick the Host in their wallet to take home as a kind of souvenir.
“In this context, where people think that everyone is just automatically supposed to receive Communion — everyone else is going up, so I will, too–I wanted to send a clear signal. I wanted it to be clear: Something quite special is going on here! He is here, the One before whom we fall on our knees! Pay attention!
For example, in December 2005 Benedict XVI once sported the camauro, a thick woolen cap last worn by Pope John XXIII. Several commentators touted it as an example of Benedict’s traditionalism, but in the Seewald interview the pope says the reality was far more prosaic: It was a cold day, Benedict has a sensitive head, the camauro was lying around, and he simply put it on.
Benedict says he’s never done so since, “in order to forestall over-interpretation.”
My husband is quick to assume the best about even the worst situations–to try to credit the good, until something else convinces him otherwise. Wouldn’t it be great if the media–or even some Catholics–could do that, once in a while, about the Pope?
Or if we all could do that, just a little more than we do, about others, in general–assume the best, rather than the worst about others–whether they are in the pew behind us, or personal acquaintances, or media folk, or even some politico-types–until we have a real reason not to? That’s a lesson I know I keep needing to learn, over and over.
To that end, I think I am going to close comments for the first week of Advent. I am becoming convinced that the internet–wonderful as it is as a tool for information and communication–is also turning people into curmudgeons or hand-wringing hysterics. Too much time in the forums and on the comments threads and in the echo chambers–all that noise–it can’t be good for us, or our souls. We’ve all gotten into the habit of instantly jumping to respond to stories, events and people–instareactions–that everyone seems kind of edgy and unhappy. Maybe a little quiet time will make us more reflective, and that will make for a fruitful Advent.