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472 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
pected to hear the voice of a friend! Remain there fifteen
minutes, with your thoughts concentrated, and come back
after this daily visit, a week from today. Can you do this?"
How easy! How beautiful! I thought it was some great
task you intended to try me with," she said. "I love that
vast silent Cathedral. I find something to admire every
time I visit it. Certainly I will go!"
"But this is not to be a visit of admiration; it is a visit
''I will go Father," she said earnestly, and as my time
was up, I dismissed her.
I prayed during that week that the Lord in the Taber
nacle would look out on her unbelief and save her. The
week seemed long passing, for I was interested beyond
At last she returned and I knew God had been good to
her.. She did not wait to be seated.
"Oh Father," she said, "the Blessed Sacrament has con
quered me! I believe it all! I wonder how I could have
ever doubted. One day, the third day I had gone, I sat
there in the first pew. I was alone in the big church, and
I was looking at the Tabernacle when it seemed to me that
a flood of light broke upon my soul. The thought of the
Angel who announced to the Virgin Mary that the Son of
God was made man, seemed analogous to the fact that the
Lord announced to the disciples and the multitude, that His
Flesh was meat indeed and His blood was drink indeed.
And if one wonder was possible, so was the other. I thought
of the great Last Supper and imagined I saw the Lord hold
ing the bread and saying, 'This is My Body, ' and then,
when all was over, 'Do this in commemoration of Me. '
Why! He made His Apostles priests, and gave them power
to change bread into His Flesh and Blood! Father, it seem
ed easy to believe. I fell on my knees, and made my first
act of faith in the Real Presence. I wept tears of joy and
could ljardly tear myself away frpm the altar. The whole
sanctuary,, the whole Church, seemed filled with the pre
sence of .the living Christ, radiating from the Tabernacle.
Every day since my visit was a thanksgiving, and the