You are indeed Holy, O Lord, the fount of all holiness.
Make holy, therefore, these gifts, we pray, by sending down your Spirit upon them like the dewfall, so that they may become for us the Body and Blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ. – Eucharistic Prayer II
I am always captivated on these words from the mass in the Eucharistic Prayer II. The priest praises God and asks him to send down his Spirit, not in some huge showy or dramatic way but rather like the dewfall. I think back to many times as a young boy, waking up in the morning and going outside to discover that the ground was all wet but it hadn’t rained. There had been a dewfall. The sweet wetness of the dew had gently soaked everything, almost magically. My brother and I would walk across the grass and see our footprints as we walked. We thought that was pretty cool, even if Mom would get upset at us for getting our shoes all wet. We couldn’t resist walking in the grass though. It would be cool right now to tell you that we saw God in this and that we were trying to soak up the Holy Spirit, but no that would be a lie.
God sometimes comes to us in amazing and startling ways. He certainly did with me to get me to turn my life to him, but the real work happened afterward as the Holy Spirit continued to soak me like the dewfall, transforming me into a better disciple of Christ. Diaconal formation is a long process and most people, including myself sometimes do not understand why it needs to take so long. But it is in the dewfall that the real transformation takes place. The transformation of the bread and wine is certainly like that. When it rains or storms we can see it. It comes and goes having some effect but can be quickly forgotten. With the dewfall, the beautiful, life-giving moistness comes without any obvious physical evidence, it just happens.
And so, I Kneel in awe at the transformation taking place. I am in the presence of the real and living God and it is right that I should kneel, that I should honor Jesus in the Eucharist who has done so much for me. He is transforming me with his Holy Spirit, coming down upon me like the dewfall. I don’t even notice it most of the time until I find myself behaving in a way that is not normal for me, it is then that I realize that I am being transformed. Sometimes, people that I haven’t seen in a while come up to me and tell me that I am different (in a good way). They maybe can’t even say how I am different just that I am. I smile and thank God for the gift of his Spirit falling upon me like the dewfall.