Monstrance

This night, alone of all nights, the altars stand stripped, the tabernacles empty and barren.  Every bit of Christ present in the Eucharist, in every church throughout the world will be consumed.  He will disappear in His Real Presence from this world.  All that will be left of Him will be you.  You who have partaken of His Precious Body and Sacred Blood, you are all that is left of Him in this world.  You might be tempted to think of yourself as a living tabernacle, holding quietly in the still, small hours of the night a burning presence, but you are not.  You are a monstrance.  Your heart must now become His Heart.  Your life, His Life.  Your hands, His Hands.  Your voice, His Voice.  For this world has no Christ but you, nowhere to go for Him but you, nowhere it can see Him but you.