A while back a few of the little people in my life were visiting with me after lunch. I had some fragment of lunch on my habit. One of the little ones said, “Sister you have something on your……on your……..on your altar.” How do you not laugh at their comments! We all need a little chuckle especially during Lent.
In Baptism each of us is given a share in the priesthood of Jesus Christ. My altar is the desk of my office, my pew in chapel, the dining room table, the kitchen, the garden. From each of these I offer to the Lord a sacrifice of love. Some are so easy to give, even a joy to give, others, well, not so much a joy, but probably even more meritorious to give.
If I had a child, or better yet children, in diapers, I would put a crucifix over the changing table. Just high enough that the little one wouldn’t be able to reach it at the maximum size for that changing table. That would be my place of sanctity, the best place to offer to God a sacrifice of love. (I have yet to run into anyone who says, “I just love changing a good dirty diaper!”) As a former student of mine who now has seven children said to me just this week, “I’m counting on God’s grace for all the little things I do to keep our home running. I couldn’t do them without Him, and I wouldn’t do them all if it weren’t for Him.” That’s a woman becoming holy. God be praised. May we all be among the faithful becoming a bit more holy. Where is your altar of sacrifice?