By Lisa Mendez, from Vancouver, WA. She came back this January from a 14- month mission in Manila, Philippines.
"Now being back in the U.S. I have been living among the community in New York. Going to visit some of the friends here in Brooklyn I see that I am called to live the compassion I have discovered everywhere and to look at each person as a beautiful work of art! Which everyone is!
This is a poem I wrote about during my time spent among my Filipino friends:"
Dirty Eucharistic Hands
Lord I’ve approached you so many times
With the hands I found and assumed were clean.
To touch your heavenly body, what an honor I am given,
So I tried to have the cleanest hands possible.
Now Lord I approach you with dirty Eucharistic hands!
But they are cleaner than ever before
Now I walk the streets and see your suffering body!
I see your sorrowful face
And it cries out to me to touch it and share your pain,
Your suffering, your joy!
I walk your streets and see your little ones,
Little ones who are physically dirty but full of your life.
As I hold them, hug them, kiss them, I am both filled
With their dirtiness, and most importantly
I approach you in the Mass to offer my little friends in the Eucharist
Thank you little Ray, Bambie, Lady, Venice, and Princess.
Thank you for playing with me
For jumping on me and crying out for an embrace
Thank you for wanting to be held like a child
In my arms and feel the love I can offer!
Thank you for yearning God’s embrace!
Thank you for showing me Christ’s brokenness
Thank you for preparing me!
So as I wait in line to receive your heavenly feast Lord
I offer up all these whom my hands have touched this day
My hands, your instruments to love and comfort.
I offer you the Abigails, Ninets, Tricias, Carlos, Mary Maes,
Gabriels, Rents, Vanessas, Vilmas, Jonathons, Ate Marissas
Ate Malous, Ate Susanas, Ate Alohas, Kuya Roels, Kuya Renatos,
And Ate Josies of the world
I bring them and present them before you
As an offering!
Please take my dirty Eucharistic hands
And place your beautiful body on them
Which I will consume to be consumed myself!
I thank you my God for my Dirty Eucharistic hands
May they always remain ready to be dirty and used for love!