It takes about two months to climb Mount Everest. Climbers trek from camp to camp, letting their bodies adjust to the altitude. They battle the elements – the terrain, the cold, the wind, the snow. It’s a gruesome journey. But then, if they’re lucky – they reach the top. I can only imagine the feeling of completing such an endeavour. The relief, the satisfaction, the joy.

Now, consider this – if you could take a helicopter ride to the top of Mount Everest, would the feeling be the same?

Awe-inspiring views, for sure, but is it the same?

Our faith considers the Eucharist “the source and summit of the Christian life.” Emphasis here on the summit.

We reach that summit every week, but how do we feel? Do we feel like it’s the end of a long journey or like we’ve popped in real quick before moving on?

The Mass is not just a helicopter ride to encounter God. It’s the summit, the pinnacle, the peak and there’s a path leading to it – a path that’s walked, not glossed over.

Each and every day, we must prepare for the ascent to come on Sunday. We must give ourselves to prayer, to fasting, to sacrifice. We must let our souls adjust to the altitude. It is only then that we can even begin to truly ascend the mountain and truly appreciate the views from this heavenly summit.


Be the Men,





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