Tonight (we went to a late Mass), the lector got up for the first reading and Vincent said, "Now we're gonna hear the Holy Spirit!"
As we got into line for Ashes, Vincent mistakenly thought it was time for Communion. He kept asking, "Mommy, you gonna eat Jesus? Jesus is in the cracker, Mommy, and that's how He gets into you heart beat."
He said this as he trailed his finger from my mouth to my heart. Then he asked, "I get bigger, I can eat Jesus, too?"
I said, "That's right, Vincent. When you're bigger."
He said, "I four years old. I is bigger now?"
I said, "No, honey. Not yet."
He said, "That's okay. I still His best friend. He loves me. He in my heart beat, too. We all His friends (the congregation)!"
Ha ha. The people waiting in line were all smiling at him and pointing him out to the folks around them. I was so proud then, because I realized if he can understand the Presence of Christ in the Eucharist, there's hope for the rest of us, right?
Such a necessary reminder for me. It really was.