We spent the last couple of weeks travelling, enjoying Mass at various parishes along the way. Last Sunday we were in Southern California, and attended a wonderful Mass with a Spirit-filled community. The parish was saying goodby to a recently transferred associate pastor, and the celebration was filled with emotion. Caught up in the prayers themselves, I forgot to focus on the new words of the liturgy. Over and over again I stumbled over the responses, the “old” words flowing from the heart, forgetting the “new” phrasing. It is time for me, anyway, to make a renewed effort to learn the new phrases so that they, too, can flow from my heart without my brain having to get in the way for the sake of correctness. Practice is called for, more attentiveness to the form right now, in order to lead to prayer of the heart and soul in the future.
There is one part of the new Eucharistic Prayer II that I really love. It is so beautiful, and I find myself thinking of it every morning: “Make Holy, therefore, these gifts, we pray, by sending down Your Spirit upon them like the dewfall . . . “
Like the dewfall. Southern California is a desert, and the dew is life-giving, drenching, saturating and soaking. It sparkles in the rising of the sun, nourishing everything it touches. I love this new wording, an image of love and generosity, of God’s pouring Himself down upon us as well as on the gifts of bread and wine we offer up during the Mass.