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Navigating Faith: If God Was in the Pillar of Fire, Why Not the Eucharist?

Tonight, during my rosary prayers, a thought struck me so profoundly that I couldn’t help but laugh in awe. I have long believed in the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist, but suddenly, it all clicked in a way I had never considered before.  

We read in Scripture that God was in the burning bush when He spoke to Moses (Exodus 3:2-4). He was in the pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night, guiding the Israelites through the wilderness (Exodus 13:21-22). These were not just symbols or metaphors—God was truly present in these forms. So, if He could manifest Himself in fire, cloud, and even a bush, why is it so difficult for some to believe that Jesus is truly present in the Eucharist?  

For centuries, many have struggled with transubstantiation—the teaching that the bread and wine at Mass become the actual Body and Blood of Christ while retaining the appearance of bread and wine. Some argue that it’s merely symbolic, that Christ’s words at the Last Supper, “This is My Body… This is My Blood” (Luke 22:19-20), should not be taken literally. But God has always worked through physical signs to reveal His presence. If He could dwell in a burning bush, why not under the appearance of bread?  

This realization filled me with joy, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Who has been praying for me? I know a few people who have, and their prayers have certainly borne fruit. Sometimes, God speaks to us through reason, faith, and those little moments of divine clarity where everything falls into place.  

The Eucharist is not just a symbol. It is Jesus Himself. And when I receive Him, I am encountering the same God who appeared to Moses, who led the Israelites, and who took on flesh for our salvation.  

So, I ask: If God was in the Pillar of Fire, why not in the Eucharist?  


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