Tomorrow it's that time again: Countless Catholics will celebrate Mass outdoors and then parade through the streets with canopies and boom-tatas. The annual Catholic demonstration, so to speak.

Fortunately, long gone are the days when Protestants and Catholics made life difficult for each other and the Corpus Christi procession was used as a welcome opportunity to disturb "the others". No, we no longer have to fear our Protestant brothers and sisters. But today we have another problem: who knows or believes what we celebrate at Corpus Christi at all?

Tomorrow will be really nice for us: first we have planned a family service in front of our main house, then the procession goes through the children's village and the town up to St. Michael. There we will have the blessing - and the parish celebration can begin. Knowing our catechists, they will explain well what the "Holy Bread" is all about, which we also call the "Body of Christ". But why the procession?

My relationship to the Eucharist is rather quiet. The fact that God wants to meet us in the everyday food of bread is for me a miracle that should not be talked down. God makes himself small so that we can grasp him. He hands himself over to us so that he can nourish us. That's what it's all about. This is usually something very personal between God and me. Nothing with Wummtata.

But once a year, I am happy to show my faith on the street. It's like any demonstration: you meet like-minded people and show your colors. That does you good and strengthens your faith in the common cause. I think it's great that ARD is focusing on faith this week. And I hope that we Christians will also ask each other more often: What do you believe in? Tomorrow we will publicly confess that we meet God in the sharing of bread.