Monday, 24 June 2019

Corpus Christi: The New Showbread


Temple priests replacing the showbread each week, Henry Bill (1871).


In the Jewish Temple, in front of the Holy of Holies, there stood a gold-gilded table upon which unleavened bread was placed. The bread was called lechem hapanim – ‘bread of the presence’ or ‘bread of the face,’ often translated in English as ‘showbread’.

“Showbread” does not reflect the Hebrew well but it does capture the fact that the bread was ‘on display’—visible at least to the Levitical priests who had access to the interior of the Temple, and shown to the people three times a year. In Exodus the Lord commands that the bread should be set “on the table before me always” (25:30). In Leviticus we read that a total of twelve loaves were stacked on the table, six in each stack. Every Sabbath the bread was to be eaten by the priests “in a holy place” and then replaced with twelve fresh loaves (Lev 24:5-9).

Three times a year, when the people of Israel made the pilgrimage to the Temple—on Passover, Shavuot and Sukkot—the priests would present the table and the showbread exclaiming: “Look at how beloved you are by God!”[1]

The Medieval Jewish commentator Maimonides was perplexed by the lechem hapanim. He confessed that he could not find in the Rabbinical Tradition any explanations for the commandment.[2]

For a Catholic however, the meaning is clear: we have here in the Old Testament a foreshadowing of the sacrament of the Eucharist— the New Covenant’s Lechem Hapanim, the true, real and ultimate ‘Bread of the Presence’. The Eucharist is nothing less than the fulfillment of this ancient temple ritual. On this feast of Corpus Christi it will be worth exploring how the Eucharist is its fulfillment.

How the “Showbread’s” Made


The Talmud states that the ‘bread of the presence’ was made by the Garmus family, who kept the recipe a secret. One time they were asked to share the secret by the Sages but they refused. Dismissed from their duty, others attempted to make it, but without the recipe the bread would go mouldy and stale before the week’s end. The Garmus family were reappointed but the Sages wanted to know why they kept the recipe a secret. The family explained: “We know that the Temple will be destroyed, and we are concerned that an unworthy man will learn how to bake the showbread and use it to serve an idol.”[3]

The Garmus family were thus seemingly appointed by God to make the showbread, and without them, the bread was unable to be made. We see a parallel in the ministerial priesthood of the Catholic Church: the spiritual Garmus family as it were, entrusted with being the instruments through whom Christ makes the Showbread of the New Covenant—and without this precious gift of the ordained priesthood, there would be no transubstantiation:  (trans – across; ‘moving across substance’) from simple bread to bread that veils the Divine Presence.

What is called “the secret” (secreta) in the Tridentine Mass, and contained in the prayer over the offerings in the Ordinary Form, which the priest recites during the Eucharistic Liturgy, is in a way symbolic of ‘the Eucharistic secret’ they have received at ordination. A secret first whispered into the ears of the Apostles and passed on from Bishops to priests since—conferring the unique ability to reside over the consecration of the bread and wine.

In the Old Law only “Aaron and his sons,” the Levitical priests, were allowed to eat the showbread (Lev 24:9), but in the New Law all the faithful are summoned to feast on the Lechem Hapanim, the Bread of God’s Real Presence and the Bread of God’s Face. Since although the ministerial priesthood alone can consecrate the Bread, all the baptised share in the general priesthood of Christ (CCC 1268). So that while ‘the Eucharistic secret’ is entrusted to the Bishops, and in turn to the priests, it is received by and belongs in turn to all the faithful. In the words of Pope St. John Paul II: “With the Eucharist we digest, as it were, the ‘secret’ of the resurrection.”[4]

Twelve Baskets


There were twelve loaves of showbread in the Temple serving as a memorial of what God had done in the wilderness for the whole nation of Israel with all its twelve tribes. In the Gospels we notice also that after the feeding of the five-thousand there were twelve baskets of bread and fish leftover—corresponding in turn to the twelve tribes of Israel founded upon the twelve sons of Jacob, foreshadowing the twelve Apostles, the spiritual sons of the New Jacob (Christ), upon whom the spiritual Israel of the Church was to be founded (Lk 9). The meaning runs deeper than a mere parallel when we consider other Scriptural accounts.

In Matthew we read that one Sabbath Jesus is strolling with His disciples as they pick grain along the way to eat. The Pharisees become upset at this, forbidden as it was according to their extra-stringent reading of the law. Jesus responds, referring to an account recorded in 1 Samuel (21:1-9):

"Have you not read what David did, when he was hungry, and those who were with him: how he entered the house of God and ate the bread of the Presence, which it was not lawful for him to eat nor for those who were with him, but only for the priests?" (Mt 12:3-4)

On a different note, we read elsewhere in the Gospels the command of Christ at the Last Supper when He commissioned the Apostles “To do this,” to consecrate bread and wine, to celebrate the Eucharist, “in memory of me”. On another seemingly unrelated note recall the words of John who tells us that Jesus understood His Body to be the fulfillment of the Temple (Jn 2:21). As the Jews would gather to worship at the Temple, it was now in Him that worshippers, Jew and Gentile alike, were to gather as ‘one Body’ in the Spirit for the glory of the Father (Jn 4:23).

Let’s tie these scriptures together. In the Eucharist we have Jesus, the Son of David, reaching into the Temple of His Person to give His whole Self—the Bread of His Presence.

In the Eucharist we have the single Passion of Jesus made manifest. At the consecration, when the priest breaks the Bread, we have Jesus breaking open the Temple of His Body before us and opening the way for we who believe in Him to “take and eat” from the wooden table of the Cross, gilded with blood not gold, the Bread of His Heart, the Bread of His Love. If we strain our eyes in faith we will see Love in a tiny host on the table of the Eucharistic altar; and if we strain our ears in faith we will hear the angels and saints exclaiming like the Levetical priests of old: “Look at how beloved you are by God!”

In the Eucharist Christ’s resurrection is not a past phenomenon but a present reality unfolding before us. As the priest comes forth from the altar with Communion, here we have our Lord rising from the dead, coming forth through eternity aflame with love as piping hot bread. He comes as One Bread but broken into a myriad pieces to satisfy the hunger of those who seek His Face. From the Holy of Holies of heaven He strolls through the generations picking the ordinary wheat the Church has to offer, and giving it out instead, transformed as the Bread of His Presence.

There used to be twelve loaves in the Temple; and when Christ fed the multitude, twelve baskets of bread remained. In one way the twelve loaves in the old Temple can be taken to symbolise the foreknowledge and desire God had to give Himself in the Person of the Word in the Holy Eucharist. A foreknowledge possessed from eternity, and a harboured desire that had to wait to be realised in time, so that its realisation and mystery was ‘locked up,’ as it were, for millennia.

At the Last Supper this desire was finally realised: the Showbread of heaven was brought out from the sanctuary of Christ’s Person and in commissioning the twelve Apostles “To do this,” to consecrate and distribute the Holy Bread, it was as though each Apostle received a basket from Christ containing the total sum of every Eucharistic host ever consecrated—from the first to the last. Since in these twelve Apostles, Mathias taking over Judas’ place, every priest, and therefore, every celebration of the Eucharist can trace its origin. The Apostles went forth throughout the world, the basket of the Eucharistic mystery in-hand, and in a way, every Eucharist has come from these twelve baskets, which in turn have come from the Table of the Last Supper on earth, and from the Altar of the Father in heaven. We don't all have the ministry of distributing the Eucharist as ordained priests, but we can all do so spiritually by Eucharistic-living: by breaking ourselves up in love and allowing Christ to distribute Himself through us to the world.

A Perpetual Decree


All that is complete and fulfilled in Christ’s own Body—life, death and resurrection—simply remains to be actualised in most of Christ’s Mystic Body the Church (Heb 10). Apart from Our Lady, even St. Joseph (i.e. see Frances de Sales), and perhaps a few others whom tradition hints at—even the glorified souls in heaven await the literal completion of the Paschal Mystery in themselves, by waiting for their resurrected bodies. The suffering souls in purgatory await the completion of the death of Christ in themselves through their purgation, so that they might arrive at the spiritual realisation of the resurrection in beatitude. Those who have died do not receive the sacrament of the Eucharist. True, they do ‘receive Communion’ mediated through Christ’s Humanity, but in a different mode—they are either ‘in the que to Eternal Communion’ (purgatory) or ‘in Holy Communion’ (heaven). Thus what is already fulfilled in Christ’s Body is realised in the souls in purgatory and heaven, His suffering and triumphant members, outside the ordinary sacramental means which is established for pilgrim souls.

For the pilgrim Church—the Church on earth—the Eucharist is the established sacramental means of realising in Her members what is already fulfilled in Christ. Hence all that is complete and fulfilled in Christ’s own Body, necessarily contained in His Sacramental and Eucharistic Body, simply remains to be, in a manner of speaking, transubstantiated into Christ’s Mystic Body the Church on earth. What is complete in Christ our Head is in need of moving across (trans) into us His members.

“Verily I say unto you, till heaven and earth pass away, not one jot, not one tittle shall pass away from the law until it is fulfilled” (Mt 5:18). The entire law is already fulfilled in Christ, and because Christ is entirely present in the Eucharist, the Eucharist is the fulfillment of the law. In the words of Lumen Gentium: “The Eucharist is the source and summit of the Christian life.”

In Leviticus, where we find the instructions concerning the Bread of the Presence, we find two important Hebrew words stating its importance: chaq olam, translating to “an everlasting ordinance” or “perpetual decree” (24:9). Thus the Bread of the Presence and the law surrounding it is stated by God to be “everlasting” and perpetual”. The Jewish Temple is long gone, and the showbread hasn’t been made for two-thousand years. Yet Christ the Living Temple stands in full splendour, Its embodiment in the Church will endure, and the Showbread of the Eucharist has been around for two-thousand years. The “perpetual decree” of the showbread has not “passed away” but it has been fulfilled in the Eucharist which will endure as “an everlasting ordinance” until the end of the world when it too will be fulfilled with the consummation of the Church and the entire universe in Christ (Col 1).

It is amazing to think that since the time of the Apostles the Table of the Church has never lacked the Showbread of the Eucharist. As the Garmus family kept the old showbread supplied each Sabbath, so too, the Church through Her ministers has kept the supply of the New Showbread renewed. A supply which in a spiritual sense is a multiplication of the first loaf broken by Christ in the cenacle.

With perpetual reverence Aaron and the Levitical priests treated the old showbread. How much more must we the pilgrim Church, perhaps not all belonging to the ministerial priesthood, but certainly to the “royal priesthood,” (1 Pet 2:9) treat the New Showbread who is Jesus Himself, God and Man disguised and present in our midst? What a wonderful thing to “show” our Eucharistic Lord on the altars of our churches, elevated and on display in a monstrance for the People of God to see. How excellent it would be to try our best to “show” this Holy Bread perpetually, to work together to adore Him perpetually ‘on earth as He is in heaven’.



[2] Maimonides, Guide for the Perplexed, part 3, chp., 45.
[4] Ecclesiae de Eucharistia, 18.

Wednesday, 1 May 2019

Parable of the Two Plumbers


'Childhood of Christ,' Gerard van Honthorst, 1620.

Written for the memoria of St. Joseph the Workman

There were two plumbers who had worked together for many years. One day a house they were working on collapsed from water damage. They both died. Presented before the throne of God the first was summoned. “My son, you have lived well, go and take your place in paradise alongside the angels and saints.” Then the second plumber was summoned. “My son, you have lived decently, but void of much love. Take your place in purgatory and in a dozen years you will be ready for paradise.”

The Lord as yet had withheld the light of knowledge from the plumber and so the plumber was surprised. “Lord, Lord, how can this be? I was a plumber like my companion. I went to Mass like my companion. I tried my best as a father and husband—granted my mistakes—just as my companion. I was honest in my work, I never cheated anyone. In outer form my life was near identical to my workmate and yet he goes directly to heaven and I to purgatory for so long?”

“Yes, what you say is true. Your outer life was hardly any different to your companion. Yet know this—he was a man of prayer. During the day, he would unite Himself with my Son, offering the work he did as a plumber as a sacrifice of love. Due to this good habit, do you know what his final deed in life was? Yes, my son, fixing a broken sewage pipe as were you; but more than this, this menial deed was offered to me in love in reparation for sinful souls, broken souls, and so he died in love, just as your companion lived and worked in love. Heaven is nothing but love, and so my son, he was ready to enter heaven. In him I saw the life of my Son as Workman and of Blessed Joseph repeated in a tiny but real way.

You however, you lived a life decent to the eye but where was your heart? It was with me on Sunday and when you prayed now and then, but during the day? No, your heart was not with me. Where were your works of love? I was ever beside you, a plumber at the ready, but you left me to work alone. How many acts, how many hours did you thus work almost in vain? Your honesty and wholesome desire to provide for your family rendered your work void of sin, clean in my sight as a basin new and polished. Yet love for me did not excite your work, it did not fill your deeds—your basin was clean, but empty in my sight. What you lack in love—a whole lifetime—you will gain in the purging flames of love my son.

Pray for workmen beneath that they might not repeat your mistakes and I will see to it that there will arise men and women who repair for your voids of love to hasten your purgation.”

***
Whatever you do, work from the soul, as if for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of inheritance. For the Lord Christ is the real master you serve. (Col 3:23-24).

May the Lord grant us the grace to work in love.

May all men and women discover in their work, the will of God and His abiding presence of love. 

May all those whose work is contrary to God's will, find pardon in God's mercy, be delivered from such works of darkness, and find wholesome employment that fosters their human dignity, that of others, and gives glory to God.

St. Joseph, Model of Workmen, pray for us.

Monday, 22 April 2019

Resurrection Hare Melts Winter to Spring


Medieval Illumination.

An Easter poem. Christ symbolised by the Hare,
the Virgin Mary by the White Rabbit, and St. Joseph by the Stag.


Dark the winter long,
Begun when Adam fell;
The frosted globe shivered without a robe,
The naked shame bit blue by polar prince—
For Pluto held with chains, enslaved the lands:
Cold and brutal steel, slippery icy sin,
A sepulchre the cosmos,
The cosmos couldn’t grin.

The deer, the elk, their little fawns,
No foliage for the plate;
For dry the bones, not green but white,
Antarctic earth—the snowy fields made muddy
            from the diggings vain.
And pain and pain the sombre world,
The springtime lute and laugh forgotten now,
Its echoes stilled against the ice.
The howl of wolf and hoot of owl
And mixed with hade’s tanning stench,
Made blanket of the moose’s cowl.

So long that moonless night,
            far gone the light,
But O happy night
That won for us so great, so glorious a sight:

First bright the fullest moon appeared
Mirrored ‘neath in rabbit white—
            spotless like the snow—
She burrowed through the drifts and soil,
Making up a hearth on earth.
The Stag kept guard and couched beside,
A coal within his mouth he dropped inside.
The Rabbit laid an egg, a Hare crawled out;
Thirty days on emerged, hopping through the woods,
Snow gave way to green each step;
            flowers shooting up,
                        birds gathering ‘round.
Winter knocked, Boreas blown,
And angry Pluto groaned—his shackles shook,
            for Hare thumped upon his home.

So Hades, Mighty Og, barked order at Cerberus,
Hell’s ugly bear who prowled the frosted plains;
three-headed beast nicknamed Pride:
one head, lust of flesh, lust of eyes, third, pride of life—
And calling to its pups its litter yelped,
            fierce Bashanite dogs,
Tearing through mountain pass, frightfully fast,
And set upon the Hare:
            ravaged, tore, ripped and mauled,
Slew, scarlet snow, north wind blew,
            flew the birds, dark returned,
Moon was covered over,
As Rabbit and the eagle placed lifeless Hare
Within the cold and damp, dark den.

Hades poured a glass, victory on his mind,
When drip, drip from ceiling top was felt in hellish blaze.
For enkindled was the earth,
the cold den a warm hearth;
Until the snows of sin made melted by a warmly wind
            flooded Pluto’s realm—
leaving deepest pit,
But filling the void between.
The serpents, the scorpions, the lions stayed,
            at home therein,
But long-paddling oxen, buffalo and caribou
rose as water rose
‘til out of Hade’s spot.

Since all the while the second sight, justified the night;
Moon in place with sun beside,
the dawning light at last,
As down beneath in mirrored form the burrow closed did yawn—
down the soil and up the soil,
down and up, down and up;
Breathing as it were,
Then burst the leaping Hare victoriously from the earth—
His burial plot a place of birth—
Springing from the burrow,
Spring returned with sun yellow
that gleamed on His red coat.
The fierce dogs whimpered at the sight,
            teeth falling to the ground they died
And from their fangs new pups sprang
and tamed by Hare
they chased away the bear
who slinking back lay dying in its lair.

To and fro the Hare sped round, all across the globe,
            breathing fire as He went,
Awakening the nymphs, defrosted from their lent,
And so their rivers flowed, colours rose,
and helped Him find the eggs,
Incubating first, and then the first born rabbits He had sent.
For a myriad myriad eggs the White Rabbit laid
when Hare was torn and slain—
These all cracked at Hares warm breath
And hatched, still hatching,
            Hare out of sight
but traced in scent of rose.

O what strangeness—a flock of rabbits
            hatching from their eggs;
Multiplied they filled and fill the once sombre empty earth,
And as Adam first named the first rabbit
            in the season in which he fell;
This Hare called Adam-Two named the rabbits too:
Peter Rabbit first,
Then the rest He called by name new,
Wrote down by Stag on white pebbles,
taken from spring’s water
            which was once winter’s slough.




 22nd April, 2019.