P: Pray my Brothers and Sisters that my sacrifice and yours may be acceptable to God the almighty Father.
R: (i) May the Lord accept the sacrifice at your hand (ii) for the praise and glory of His name (iii) for our good and the good of all His Holy Church.
After the offertory, we stand on the precipice of a seemingly endless spiral stair, like the scroll which no human can open (Rev 5: 4) and unto the floors which leads to the clouds of unknowing.
‘May the Lord accept the sacrifice…’
A wasted gentile that I am, I discovered this Eucharistic journey as that within the summit of a history of works and sacrifices, of which neither me nor my ancestors have done much to build.
The culmination of the toils of the Patriarchs, from Abel, to Abraham, to Jacob, to every Israelite great and small, is that which I have found myself, as its unworthy beneficiary in time, where everything happens because of me, simply and fast, as lightning (Mt 24:27), until we lose its sense of its awe.
Much reverenced and dreaded are the non-Christian rituals, because they are more adept at manifesting their potency; but a dying bull kicks the hardest, an empty barrel makes the most sound. Gravity may bully, but it is the weakest of the 4 universal forces. The real God’s strength is foolishness, because it manifests in simplicity and humility Its potency is as gentle as silence.
‘For the Praise and glory of His name…’
The Kingdom of God is not ‘till thy kingdom come’. It is a praise and glory which happens in time. The Lord does always accept the sacrifice from His People, but we little know what we have come unto (Heb 12: 22-24).
What goes around comes around, the praise and glory of His name that we pray for adds nothing unto Him. The Lord’s motive for acceptance of the sacrifice, of the praise and glory of His name, lies in the fact ‘that we may see! (Lk 18:41)’. Awe is the pedestal of the spiral stair leading to the cloud of unknowing!
‘…Our good and the good of all His Holy Church'
A Priest sacrifices God for a people and mirrors the privileged site and scene that supersedes where we have ever been, what we have ever seen and what we have ever done.
As I stood by the door leading to the endless spiral stair, I did not see God, I did not see Christ, I only saw Father (So and so) who represents a materialism that fades further into the spirit, the farther that I climb the stairs in response to his summon.
No man is an island, the further we would go with the Priest along this stair, the clearer we shall see that ‘ I am we’ , ‘you are us’ and only the Church is real!