"Contemplate Jesus lying in His Crib, wrapped in the might of
divine peace and redemptive suffering. Mary, kneeling, enraptured, in
ecstasy, watches over the Child, over the Eternal One. She meditates on another
Bethlehem, on quite another Crib, a crib of apparent repose, but of
real and perpetual immolation, the Altar!
"Looking ahead through the centuries to come, the loving Queen, the
sorrowing Virgin contemplates this lasting Bethlehem, indestructible
through the ages, where this same adorable Child will be born thousands of
times upon the Altar. She sees Him placed, like a mild prisoner, between the
walls of a humble and silent Tabernacle. Glancing down at her sleeping Child, she
beholds the same Jesus—her God—humbled even more in each ciborium, than
He is in the manger.
The vision of Bethlehem has become reality. On every altar
Jesus-Host seems to sleep, and Mary still continues to guard this Eucharistic crib
from which Jesus constantly watches over us." (Fr. Mateo Crawley-Boevey)
"...You, Jesus Christ become Man; You, bread! Oh, to annihilate
oneself, how little that would be! If you had left us a relic of Yourself it would
be a sign of love worthy of our veneration, but you yourself remain knowing
that you would be the object of profanation, sacrilege and ingratitude,
Are you, Lord, mad with love?"
(St. Teresa of the Andes)