A friend of mine brings communion to a woman who lives in a home for Alzheimer’s patients. The daughter had requested it.
My friend gives her communion when many of the residents are gathered together for an activity. When others saw my friend there with the Eucharist, they began to come up to her asking her for communion as well. And it happens every week.
The thought of this brings tears to my eyes. It touches my heart. They are confused about many things, but they know what my friend is offering. They know Who she is giving them.
And they know how to receive Jesus as well. When she says, “Body of Christ,” they respond “Amen.”
Some do not know their own names or their own family members, but they know Who the Eucharist is.
They recognize Jesus. They recognize Jesus in the consecrated bread. They recognize the Real Presence.
There is a Mystery here that cannot be explained. A Mystery with a capital M. And I am not even going to try to figure it out. I just know that it is all about grace. And the merciful love of God.