I lifted my head to look around, and my eyes rested on the consecrated Host that the priest held above the altar. "Of course," I thought. "There He is." I had been in the presence of a miracle, and all I could do was think about how much stuff I had to pack to go out of town.
Nativity
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Doesn't it sound like an indrawn breath in the church when the Host is elevated? I too have had to wrench my attention off my lists and plans and feelings to look upon Him and realize why I am there, why I exist.
Nice link. Thanks. Happy New Year!
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