The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-09-18
THE EUcHARlsTlc PROPAGANDA
ADoRATIoN.

There is one surprising good in our
lives, and that is our Catholic Faith:
from it all other good radiates; to it,
as to its source, all else ascends. Yet
are we ever, as we logically ought to
be, consciously, wildly, almost uncon-
trollably glad of being Catholics?
Does our Faith ever so grip us that
our very being simply tinges with the
vast joy of being in Gods true Church,
with a holy citation of humble supe-
riority that we are of the true fold
of the great "Chief Shepherd" Or
does this stupendous grace always and
unyaryingly remain an unnoticed, mat
ter-of-course fact of our all too ordi-
nary lives? Of all else we are glad
of riches, of health, of loved ones; we
are glad of life, of lifes passing, fad
ing, shadowy realities.
Are we ever madly happy in owning
lifes one reality? Is there ever a
THANK Cod" that rushes forth i'm
mensely from our inmost being that
we know God the Father and God,
the Son, and God the Holy Ghost,
Three yet One, eternal, omniscient,
omnipresent; that we have knelt be-
side the midnight crib, and called an
Infant of an hours span our God, and
stood beneath the midday, darkened
| Cross, and adored the shattered Man
of Sorrows. Mary, our Mother, we
know, and all her gracious love these
buried years, and are we glad, real
glad" of it, with the simple, unreliable
gladness of child for Mothers pres.
ence? The saints of God are our vic.
torious brethren, and the angels OF
God our sentinels, whose eyes never
close in sleep, the Holy Scriptures
are the thoughtful letters from our
own good Father, letters as really
and truly from His as the thin mis-
sive sent us from those we love this
side the grave.
And the great wide circle of the
Church of God, girdling the world, un
yielding as the everlasting hills, it is
ours, it's tapers and its myriad gusts
of song and are we glad? Oh, yes, we
trust we, are at times SO. very grandly
glad! But best of all, highest of all
as we kneel in silent alteration before
1 our Eucharistic God, Jesus Christ, oul
Eldest Brother, still resident on earth
does strong, big wave of happiness
food each nook and Granny of our be
ing, that to us, despite the black un
/ grateful past, to us despite the sins
i high-heaped of years, our Gods veiled
i presence is unveiled, pierced through
and through by Faiths unimpedeC
/ light. Does a fierce shudder ever rllr
through us as we catch glimpse Of
LIES desert waste we're we orphaned
of His Sacred Presence? Think what
a day that would be wherein we tread
ed our way amid the. crowded streets
and hurried along the quiet lanes, and
going into every Church gazed up tt
every sanctuary lamp and found then
all in darkness; and looked into every
tabernacle and saw them emptied o.
their Treasure? Life would be chilled
in our veins, life would be a cold, dead
thing, life would not be worth It's con
lstant fight. For Jesus would be gone
1 My God, the vastness of it all!
Whence all this wonderful goodness
to us, your faithless creatures, to me
Ifaithless among the ,faithless? Oh
the huge joy of it ALTO be Catho
lie! To be far Withdrawn from the
blind groupings of darkened infidelity
and to be housed safe in Fathers
house; and greatest of joys, to meet
there our own Brother, Jesus Christ
Thy Son, to know that He is ever "a
home." to know that we may hasten
along the still unlighted way before
the break of morn, that we may brave
the suns high rays, that we may stea
amid the frightening shadows of even
tidean always find Him in His tab
ernacle home! Oh! what happiness
| in Gods own Home!
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