W<\/span>hat can I possibly tell you that you don\u2019t know already? After all this time, our God still dines with prostitutes and sinners. After all this time, still he calls us from the trees we hide and peer from, looks with love in our eyes and says, \u201cTonight I change your life.\u201d And yet, after all this time, he is still the mad, mad Creator God, who dances a dance incomprehensible to we who waltz the world, though\u00a0exhilarating\u00a0none the less. He is at once overwhelmingly outside of us, the supernatural and eternal Creator that I argue with atheists, and overwhelmingly personal, the God of the Eucharist, the God that sings through our songs, that alights upon us in prayer.<\/p>\n The Mass has always been as much the summation of this dichotomy \u2013 it is dinner with the Pharisees and the Last Supper. It is huge \u2013 we worship the God of the Universe \u2013 and so very small \u2013 he greets us by our little, unimportant baptismal names \u2013 and makes them important. I\u2019ve mentioned it before, the Eucharist is at once small and simple, unleavened bread, and\u00a0infinite\u00a0majesty. But what does it mean?<\/p>\n
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