Isn't i sweetly true? The longer we think the of the Blessed Sacrament. the more our hearts seem to melt in tenderness and love. And oh! how it hurts us when others make fun of this most sacred and consoling mystery of our Holy religion! What a dreadful sin that is!
In 1807, in a village in Prussia, there lived a very wicked man. He was so bad that on the fifth of January that year he invited twelve companions just as wicked as himself to dinner. When they were all seated at table the wretch it is too terrible to think about! Took the bread and wine and mockingly pronounced over them the words of the consecration. Then, still continuing the impious blasphemy, he distributed the bread and wine to his fellows. When his turn came to partake of it a deadly faintness took possession of him, a horrid blackness obscured his sight, and he dropped his head on the table dead! God's punishment of the scoffer was swift and awful. His body was buried the next day outside the cemetery wall, as though it were a body of a beast. And his soul? Alas!...
But let's turn away from this disgusting sight. Lets breathe a prayer of love and reparation and think of some noble act. You have heard of Count Rudolph, haven't you, and of how he one day gave his horse to a priest? Let me tell you about it again.
Count Rudolph was out hunting one day with a great number of attendants. Suddenly the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of a little bell fell on his ears. He looked around and saw a priest passing with the Blessed Sacrament. It was a public sick call. Immediately the Count dismounted from his horse and knelt in adoration upon the ground. Then he accompanied his Eucharist King.
Now, it happened that there was a little brook to be crossed. But the plank that had served as a bridge had been washed away. So the priest prepared to wade over. When the nobleman saw this he hastened forward, and obliged the priest to mount his own beautiful hunting horse and thus cross the streamlet and proceed to his destination.
The next day the priest brought the horse back to the Count. He would not accept it. "No," he said to the clergyman, "I will never ride the steed again that has had the honor o carrying my Creator and my Lord; keep it yourself and employ it in Gods service."
Deeply moved at this evidence of faith, the priest uttered these prophetic words. "Be assured that the Most High will not fail to reward this generous act of yours; He will grant high earthly honors to you and your posterity."
And so it was. The pious Count was elected Emperor of Germany in 1273; he was the founder of the Austrian imperial dynasty.
God does not suffer Himself to be outdone in generosity. Would you be honored? Then honor the Eucharist King.
Source; "Tell Us Another!"~ Imprimatur;1925
In 1807, in a village in Prussia, there lived a very wicked man. He was so bad that on the fifth of January that year he invited twelve companions just as wicked as himself to dinner. When they were all seated at table the wretch it is too terrible to think about! Took the bread and wine and mockingly pronounced over them the words of the consecration. Then, still continuing the impious blasphemy, he distributed the bread and wine to his fellows. When his turn came to partake of it a deadly faintness took possession of him, a horrid blackness obscured his sight, and he dropped his head on the table dead! God's punishment of the scoffer was swift and awful. His body was buried the next day outside the cemetery wall, as though it were a body of a beast. And his soul? Alas!...
But let's turn away from this disgusting sight. Lets breathe a prayer of love and reparation and think of some noble act. You have heard of Count Rudolph, haven't you, and of how he one day gave his horse to a priest? Let me tell you about it again.
Count Rudolph was out hunting one day with a great number of attendants. Suddenly the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of a little bell fell on his ears. He looked around and saw a priest passing with the Blessed Sacrament. It was a public sick call. Immediately the Count dismounted from his horse and knelt in adoration upon the ground. Then he accompanied his Eucharist King.
Now, it happened that there was a little brook to be crossed. But the plank that had served as a bridge had been washed away. So the priest prepared to wade over. When the nobleman saw this he hastened forward, and obliged the priest to mount his own beautiful hunting horse and thus cross the streamlet and proceed to his destination.
The next day the priest brought the horse back to the Count. He would not accept it. "No," he said to the clergyman, "I will never ride the steed again that has had the honor o carrying my Creator and my Lord; keep it yourself and employ it in Gods service."
Deeply moved at this evidence of faith, the priest uttered these prophetic words. "Be assured that the Most High will not fail to reward this generous act of yours; He will grant high earthly honors to you and your posterity."
And so it was. The pious Count was elected Emperor of Germany in 1273; he was the founder of the Austrian imperial dynasty.
God does not suffer Himself to be outdone in generosity. Would you be honored? Then honor the Eucharist King.
Source; "Tell Us Another!"~ Imprimatur;1925
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