HomedotMagisReflectionsOpening My Hands

Opening My Hands

holding CommunionIn the summer I try my best to go to daily Mass. I’m a high school teacher, so I have plenty of time to do so. But during the last month I made a serious commitment to build up a new film company, and I’ve found the work to be overwhelming. The work never stops and there’s an unending number of new projects, opportunities, and people to meet, so that I somehow convince myself that I don’t have to go. There’s just too much to do.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a workaholic. I’ve read countless books on how to set goals, how to get more done, and how to make the most effective list to maximize productivity. Like a “good American,” I love the feeling of earning my success.

Ironically, I think this is the reason I try go to daily Mass in the first place. I get so focused on my goals, my work, what I can do next, what I can give next. It’s safe to say that I’m addicted to being busy. One of the reasons I go to Mass is to practice letting go, to extend my hands wide open, and to (attempt to) surrender my desire to control everything—to earn everything.

There’s something about the experience of receiving Holy Communion that enthralls me. I love walking up to the altar slowly, with the community, each person holding on to his or her own struggles and then at the final moment opening our hands. I find it to be so childlike and vulnerable. Opening my hands can actually be somewhat scary. I’m leaving it all out there, surrendering all of my control. I get nervous when I’m in line, but I find myself experiencing God’s healing touch in my own two hands when I receive the host. After this, the only prayer that’s left for me to utter is, “Thank you.”

It’s with these open hands—through my sense of touch—that I am able to encounter God’s unmerited love in a very real and tangible way. It has always been a space for God to touch not only my hands but more importantly my heart. The sacrament challenges me to let go of my unrealistic expectations, to break out of the shell of my own selfishness, and most of all, to be patient with myself. Although I can sometimes trick myself into working all day, when I go to Mass with my hands open, I receive a tangible reminder that God has much bigger and better plans for me.


31 Days with St. Ignatius (hashtag #31DayswithIgnatius) continues with today’s feature, Stay in Love by Marina McCoy.

Jurell Sison
Jurell Sisonhttp://livingpersonmedia.com/
Jurell Sison is a 20-something Filipino American living in Cleveland, Ohio. He is a teacher, writer, and filmmaker on the quest for the living God. His mission is to share stories and experiences with those who are chasing meaning and purpose in life. Jurell graduated in May 2013 with a Master of Arts in Theology. He served as a graduate assistant for the Department of Theology and Religious Studies at John Carroll University. He enjoys photography, videography, and keeping up with Pope Francis. His favorite activity is sharing a good meal with close family and friends, especially his best friend and wife, Bridget.

1 COMMENT

  1. Thank you so much for this. I recognise myself in the busyness. I am always moved when on my knees still, the procession to Communion passes by me; I look at my fellow parishioners, love them, know the trials some of them are going through, know that others may be struggling in ways I do not know, but all slowly inch towards the sacrament. I’m moved now to think of my own journey to the front, carrying my hopes and burdens… and opening my hands at the last moment in gratitude, like a flower opening to the necessary light. My simple, well-served hands, a bit gnarled now, increasingly like the hands of my late loved mother. Thank you Lord. Thank you Writer.

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