As I entered the lovely octogenarian's room this morning, I saw a lovely lady, smiling, but in obvious discomfort. When she realized who I was and what I was there for, she said "I need Eucharist!" There was a level of desperation in her face and voice. After she received Jesus she once again said that Eucharist was what she needed. How strong her faith was....believing that this small host would somehow make her well. It was a moment of grace.
Further down the corridor the patient in the room lie sleeping, connected to a ventilator, not responding. His daughter was there...she had flown in from another state to be with him. She wanted to receive Eucharist, so after a gentle prayer, I gave her Jesus in this healing sacrament. Tears streamed down her face. Ever so gently she touched her father's lifeless arm. The brief moment of grace gave her hope, strength for the journey that lie ahead to sustain her.
How blessed I am to be able to be part of such a beautiful ministry. I always feel that I receive more than I give.