Recently writing about my current medical issues and concerns, I’ve decided that perhaps it is true: a picture is worth a thousand words. So, I’m sharing with all of you a picture of my body – an x-ray image of my torso. Although the image was taken in order to look for pneumonia, you can see my spine in it and, so, the interesting twists and turns of my backbone and deformity of my ribs. (Don’t say that I ever held back in bearing myself to you, letting you know me inside and out!)
Is it any wonder that surgery is not an option for me?
Last Sunday, we celebrated the Feast of Corpus Christi, The Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ. On this great day, we are called to ponder the wondrous and generous Mystery and mercy of Christ’s Real Presence in the Holy Eucharist – as he perpetually gives himself wholly to us, body, blood, soul, and divinity. We also call to mind the profound Mystery of the Incarnation itself. God, The Creator and Master of the Universe, became a human being, one of us, with his own human body to live, suffer, and die. This is the most sublime and awesome act of love and unity.
In contemplating Christ’s sacred body, I consider my own little one. Consider yours, as well. Each of us is a frail, lovely, odd little creature – known and loved by God. Every hair on my head is counted, every cell embraced, every moment that this body of mine grows and breathes and ages is held as exquisitely precious to my Lord and my God.
Of what shall I be afraid?
Be at peace, little one, live your life in your blessed little body and be not afraid, your soul rejoices in your eternal home always, says my Savior God to me…
© 2017 Christina Chase
There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
Join me as I explore the reality of divine love in the flesh, reflecting on what it means to be fully human, fully alive.