He broke the bread and gave it to His disciples saying, “Take this, all of you, and eat it; this is My Body which will be given up for you.” They accepted it from Him with human hands and ate.
He humbles Himself to enter our mouths, to be chewed by some, melted in saliva by others, to proceed down our alimentary canals and goodness knows how much further, surrounded by God-only-knows how many germs and bacteria.
He rubbed blind men’s eyes with mud and spittle; He touched and was touched by lepers. He kissed and He hugged. He never shied away from anyone’s body. He washed people’s feet.
And yet there are some who believe He abhors being gently cupped in our loving hand and cradled momentarily before we receive Him. Have they truly asked Him about this, I wonder.
St. Faustina’s Diary, Notebook I, excerpt from # 160:
When I was about to receive Holy Communion, a second Host fell onto the priest’s sleeve, and I did not know which host I was to receive. After I had hesitated for a moment, the priest made an impatient gesture with his hand to tell me I should receive the Host. When I took the Host he gave me, the other one fell onto my hands. The priest went along the altar rail to distribute Communion, and I held the Lord Jesus in my hands all that time. When the priest approached me again, I raised the Host for him to put it back into the chalice, because when I had first received Jesus I could not speak before consuming the Host, and so could not tell him that the other had fallen. But while I was holding the Host in my hand, I felt such a power of love that for the rest of the day I could neither eat nor come to my senses. I heard these words from the Host: I desired to rest in your hands, not only in your heart. And at that moment I saw the little Jesus. But when the priest approached, I saw once again only the Host.