True Prescence in a decayed host?


#1

I was taught that when the host decays, becomes molded and rotten, the true prescence is no longer in the host. Has anyone else heard of this?


#2

The general understanding is that when the host loses the appearance of bread, regardless of the cause, it’s no longer the Precious Body.

That said, I would personally err on the side of reverence and make sure such an item is dealt with properly, such as dissolving it in water. Then pour the water outdoors or down a special drain for such purposes that doesn’t go to the sewer.


#3

[quote=ChiefCounsellor]I was taught that when the host decays, becomes molded and rotten, the true prescence is no longer in the host. Has anyone else heard of this?
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Great question.


#4

[quote=DeFide]Then pour the water outdoors
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Is that the procedure for “disposing” of such hosts? Are there others as well? Just curious

Eamon


#5

Just like once the host is digested inside you it ceases to be as well.
This would be agreat question for either Cestusdai or Fr Vincent Serpa in the AAA forum.


#6

At what EXACT point does moldy or decayed bread loose the accidents (physical properties) of bread (and thus no longer is the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Our Lord)?

We don’t know this exact point. So, when in doubt (as always, with the Host) we dispose of it in a reverent manner. If we flush it down the drain, it mixes with the sewage in the septic tank or public sewer system. That is hardly reverent!

So we pour it into the earth, or a special “earthen drain” (basically a French drain, but it goes straight down and drains into the earth).


#7

[quote=ChiefCounsellor]I was taught that when the host decays, becomes molded and rotten, the true prescence is no longer in the host. Has anyone else heard of this?
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That old chestnut and many like it under the artistic hand of Joyce is always a delight to read.

online-literature.com/view.php/portrait_artist_young_man/3?term=host

Joyce’s conversion follows later after these things fade away but like all conversions there is no way of knowing the day or the means by which the soul sparks to life where God meets man.

Joyce’s soul exclaims recognition of God just as the molten mind of St Francis and St Paul suddenly recognises its master and the Divine Spirit sweeps in.

"She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness. Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither. The first faint noise of gently moving water broke the silence, low and faint and whispering, faint as the bells of sleep; hither and thither, hither and thither; and a faint flame trembled on her cheek.

– Heavenly God! cried Stephen’s soul, in an outburst of profane joy."

online-literature.com/view.php/portrait_artist_young_man/4?term=create%20life

Sometimes it is necessary to set aside all those rules and trivia and recognise the face of paradise in the beauty of natural things for these things are a guide to the greatest life that was ever lived.


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