Today is the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ, perhaps more commonly called the Feast of Corpus Christi (though there's a difference between a Feast and a Solemnity, but I digress ....)
On this Solemnity eight years ago, Anne-with-an-e received her First Holy Communion (if Ramona were already seven years old, I would have been aiming for this day for her, too.) It was a perfect day, a beautiful day -- it was a day on which we were a Catholic family, something just two years prior I had never thought we could be.
Sometime in 1999, I began to pray that Atticus would be drawn into the Church before Anne's First Communion. To my astonishment, God answered that prayer. Not because I'm a particularly good pray-er, or because I deserved anything along the lines of such joy, but because God is God, and He had decided that the time was right for Atticus. And because Atticus has a heart of such integrity that once the Truth began to reach his ears, he couldn't deafen himself to it.
Today at Mass when I receive our Lord's Most Holy Body and Blood, I will give thanks for His astonishing work in my life, for saving a wretch like me.
Take, eat ... and give thanks, with hope and with prayers for all who are praying for the conversion of a loved one.