April 11, 2011
ANNE MARIE POSELLA
SPECIAL TO THE WCR
When my goddaughter was very young, I took her to Mass at my church. She sat quietly on my lap, absorbed in contemplation. It was Jesus who lived in that little gold house behind the altar. She frowned in puzzlement as she pondered this mystery, obviously wondering why she couldn't see him.
Suddenly, her face cleared. With a delighted smile, she turned to me and exclaimed with childlike logic, "I know why Jesus is hiding. He wants me to come and find him!"