We who have turned our lives over to Christ need to know how very much he longs to eat with us, to commune with us. He desires a perpetual Eucharistic feast in the inner sanctuary of the heart.
Wait, what are you doing?” She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. “I’m trying to see past a little girl on my hood. " “Oh. Isn’t that dangerous?” “Normally. But she has a knife. ” “Oh, well, then, I guess it’s okay.