"... If You Blink You Will Miss It."

Posted on the 03 September 2013 by Brutallyhonest @Ricksteroni

Dawn Eden writes beautifully of the still small voice that sustains us:

There is a scene in C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia novel The Magician’s Nephew in which Aslan, the lion who represents Christ, sings Narnia and all the universe around it into existence. His voice seems to thunder from every direction, shaking the very air.

Perhaps that is an apt allegory for the creation of the universe. Yet the universe is also re-created at every moment, in that its continued existence depends upon God’s continuing to sustain it.

What impresses me is that the voice that holds all things in existence is not the voice of thunder that Lewis imagines. It is, rather, a still, small voice, like the voice that spoke to Elijah in the cave (1 Kings 19:12). It is the voice I heard at Mass today, when Jesus, through a priest, spoke the words that brought his Body back to earth from heaven; it is the voice I hear in the words of consecration at every Mass.

A Protestant denomination some years ago had a slogan designed to highlight its “creative” approach to worship: “God is still speaking.” In a manner in which that denomination would not dare to acknowledge, that statement is literally true. Godis still speaking the world into existence; He is still speaking His own very Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity onto every Catholic church’s altar. And He is doing it in the words of consecration, the words that he spoke nearly two thousand years ago, in a voice that transcends time, an unbroken chain passed from generation to generation by the laying on of hands.

Have you seen how the entire world all but disappears for a split second at the consecration of the Host at Mass? It happens very quickly, and if you blink you will miss it. Everything in the created universe is revealed to be hanging as though suspended, as though the fabric of reality were as fragile as a bubble dangling from a leaf. The only thing that is fully real, fully true, fully grounded, is the elevated Host and the words pouring from the priest’s lips that telescope time and space to the Last Supper.

There's more and it is indeed sustaining. 

Don't miss it.