To Jesus through some dead European white guy.
No. I have the direct line. Me and every other Catholic on the planet. It's called the Eucharist, "This is My body." The faith to believe in Jesus' words is orders of magnitude beyond anything a protestant can muster up when they play Wheel of Fortune with Sacred Scripture. "Let's spin the wheel and see what we can make up today that'll make me feel better about myself."
I don't pray through any of those fellows.
You go on to say it's the Eucharist. I marvel at that. Wasn't what I expected to see.
At that point, I was comparing how "dead" Luther is to how "dead" Mary is. I think they're pretty much the same kind of "dead." But I'm not their judge. I don't bet but I guess they have met.
Don't bother with a transubstantiation argument. That's long settled here. That dog don't hunt.