I just came across a strange piece of Catholic writing. It talks about Eucharistic adoration. In other words, it talks about worshipping pieces of bread. Catholics believe that a consecrated host--a blessed piece of bread-- becomes, in some mysterious way, Jesus Christ. He is present, they say, in the bread. Presumably when you eat the bread his holy ghost inhabits you. Once his invisible ghost has been absorbed into your invisible spirit, the visible bread becomes simply bread again so Jesus doesn't have to experience being digested and later excreted.
The trouble I've always had with this is the invisible part. If it's invisible, how can you tell it's really there? If you have no sensors to confirm it, no way to test the effects of the invisible on the visible, how do you know anything is really there? And with bread this is a real problem. The bread is said to be changed into Christ. And yet there is no visible change. So far as I know, there is no way to confirm the presence of Jesus in the bread. It's something you're supposed to take on faith.
If that's not enough, I now read in this article that it's a good idea to spend time adoring glorified pieces of this bread. They stick it in a fancy holder that looks an awful lot like an idol. It's in chapels and churches usually. People come and kneel before it, and pray, and talk to it. They think they are talking to Jesus, worshipping and praying to him. To me it just looks like a piece of bread in a fancy holder.
The article brings up the issue of why, when people pray, God doesn't answer. St. Theresa's answer to the question is offered:
"What do you say to God when you pray," he inquired.
"Nothing," replied Mother Theresa. "I just listen."
"What does God say to you?" he responded, rather derisively.
"Nothing," replied Mother Theresa. "He just listens."
So what it comes down to is that there is a lot of silence. God, who is invisible, speaks to us silently. Got that? I don't. To quote the Bard, "This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard." (Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 5, scene 1)
and further: "The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them."