January 16, 2026

My Journey to God

The Eucharist: More Than A Touch of Jesus

She touched the fringe of His shawl
He made her well
Her faith saved her

Longing to touch Him that closely
Praying for even one moment like that
Jesus, save me

Desiring Him to sit by my side
So I can feel Jesus more nearly
Something only to imagine

Why Lord, can I not get as close as she
who touched your garment
and was set free?

He then whispers in a still small voice
You have been touching me fully
More than the woman who I healed

And the Evil One sure is leaping for joy
Knowing his weapons abound ever more
Where panic, mistrust and anxiety spread
Among people who watch every newscast with dread
Forgetting Who holds every day that’s ahead.
Though all through the ages the Evil One’s tried
To sever mankind from our infinite Source
Through clamorous discord and murderous lies,
Enticing illusion, seductive disguise,
He never can claim completely his prize.

For, even though now, the churches be closed,
And our world has become a bewildering place,
We still are the children, beloved, adored
Of the One Who will fight for us, of His Own accord;
In life or in death, we belong to the Lord.

In Him we still gather, our spirits with His
As we wait and remember His promise to us;
The One from Whose love we came into being,
Whose Presence is ever; Whose wisdom all-seeing
From this and all terrors, our ultimate freeing.

By Maria Harr
 

(Maria Harr is a member of Christ the King Parish in Indianapolis.) †

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