At the end of Mass just before I was about to get up and leave, a little girl entered the church with her mother and headed straight toward the altar. She went behind the railing and knelt right in front of the tabernacle and prayed, her two little hands pressed perfectly together. Outside as I walked toward my parked car, I saw a homeless woman, almost totally hidden behind her dark, hooded cloak, pushing a loaded cart. As she passed the front of the church, she paused, turned, and genuflected reverently. These two both pleased the Lord that morning.
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