I grew up in the small town of Carmel, NY. I was raised Catholic so every weekend the family would attend our small town church, St. James. One morning, after receiving holy communion, I went back to the pew and knelt to pray. I ducked my head so no one could see me take the eucharist from my mouth and put it into my pocket. I went home and placed it in a little white box and hid it way in back of my underwear dresser drawer. I thought to myself, “This is really cool! I just took God home with me and now we would be together all the time. Not only would the eucharist be safe but I would be safe and I wouldn’t have to wait for Sundays to “get” with God and tell Him things.”
One morning, my mother walked into my bedroom while I was holding the eucharist in my hand. She asked, “What are you doing?” I said, “I am talking to God.” If you could only have seen the look on her face when I told her what I had done. I was in big trouble. My mother ordered me to throw the eucharist away warning me never to do this again!
Matthew 19:14 Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”