My Search for Communion

(Over the course of 2 months living in Switzerland, my family and I have attended Mass in 4 different languages. Here are some thoughts thus far…)

What does it mean to be in communion with others?

What does it mean to be in communion with myself?

What does it mean to be in communion with God?

The search for these answers drive my thoughts. The search for these answers drive my actions. The search for these answers drive my soul.

And with every attempt to satisfy my desire for communion, I find myself back in the pews of church. I find myself back in community with those who speak a different verbal language than me, yet have the same language of desires.

Over the course of the last month or so, I have heard our common language of desire spoken in Italian. I have heard our common language of desire spoken in French and German during the Easter Season. And although I continue to mourn the loss of an English-speaking Christian community outside of the pews, my soul finds peace within the pews, no matter what language is spoken.

For the languages used to attempt to communicate what I seek most, are answered in the presence of the One who is broken and freely given into my human hands.

Who is this God who continues to pursue me in the most intimate way? Who is this God who wants to be in communion with me, so much so, that He is willing to invite me to His glorious wedding feast every week (day)?

My soul stirs to be in communion and my body aches to be fed.  And yet, the communion that I so desperately seek is found when I am open to receive Him.

For His language preceded our languages. And His language is universal.

His language is Love.