The feast of Corpus Christi always make me think of my father. He joined the Church almost 30 years ago and I vividly recall — about the time I was 12 or 13 — asking Dad what finally convinced him to convert. (It was one of the many serious conversations I’ve had with my father; conversations like this have always been a normal part of our relationship.) Raised in a Christian home, he decided to become a Catholic after five years of marriage to my mother. In the end it’s certainly Mom who deserves most of the credit for his conversion. However, one moment stands out for Dad as “the moment” when he came to believe in the Eucharist, and with that entered the Church.
When Dad was wrestling with his last doubts about joining the Church, he was discussing the nature of the Eucharist with a parish priest. Dad was objecting to the Real Presence, doubting the possibility that the host could really become the Body of Christ. Fr. Tim gently countered my dad’s objections. He asked my father, “Todd, do you believe that God is all-powerful?” My Dad said yes. Fr. Tim continued on, “Do you believe that God, who is all-powerful, could work a miracle whenever he wants?” My Dad said yes. “So,” Fr. Tim continued, “what’s to stop you from thinking that God, who is all-powerful, could miraculously turn bread into his body every Sunday?” That was what Dad needed.