My daughter texted me this morning from her hospital room to say that someone visited her room and asked if she would like to receive the Eucharist.
Kari is a recent convert. She entered Mother Church on Pentecost Sunday a few weeks ago. Today was the first time she was going to miss Mass.
It is the first Sunday in which she would not receive the Eucharist.
And then, somebody knocked on her hospital door and said she had heard there was a Catholic mom in room 5547.
There was a time I didn't know that Jesus was waiting for me down the street in the Tabernacle. Now, He comes to me - and He comes to my husband and daughters - wherever we are.
This access to the Eucharist is universal. Where the Church is, there is Christ. Wherever the Church goes, so goes Christ.
Kari's hospital band says that she is Catholic - and the Church knows how to find her and bring Christ to her.
As long as we stay close to the Church, the Eucharist finds us.
In a hospital bed, in a nursing home, on the battle field, behind prison doors.
My daughter texted me to say that Jesus came to her today. She just gave birth to a son. You would think that would be enough joy for one weekend, but her text indicates that our joy is made complete when we have Christ truly with us.
Thank you to all who bring the Eucharist to those who are unable to come to Mass.
And praise be Jesus Christ who longs to find us - wherever we may be.