I used to visit the Blessed Sacrament, at night, outside in a parking lot, adjoining a cathedral. I used to have a friend, Jim; and we would say the rosary in the car, facing the outside wall of the Blessed Sacrament chapel. Two teenage boys. This was in the downtown district of a large metropolitan city. It never occurred to us then, what would happen if the police pulled in next to us. Today, it’s a precious memory. Also, today, more than thiry years later, I am blessed to be able to attend Mass every day in the very same chapel. I pray there every day for the friend who was there beside me thirty years ago. I don’t know what became of him.
A comment on a blog post written by a commenter on a post on Vultus Christi. The latter is worth a read.
