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After
fifty years, there were still some scattered Catholics left. They used to meet
every year for a Christmas celebration in a lonely house almost covered by
snow. On one such night they all gathered together in the house. First, they
said some prayers. Then an old man arose, went to a bureau, and took from it
what used to be a white cloth, like a big, square napkin. Now it was yellow
with age and tattered. It was a corporal, that linen cloth on which, during
Holy Mass, rest the Body and Blood of Christ. The old man said: ‘Brethren,
fifty years ago Mass was last said in this country. I served that last Mass.
Let us kneel down and thank God for this precious relic, on which rested the
Body and Blood of Jesus. And let us pray that God may send us priests to offer
the Holy Sacrifice in our midst again.’
Tears streamed from all eyes as they knelt to pray. And all around me there are now so many churches and so many Masses are being offered. I do not think I value enough the chances that I have to assist at Holy Mass. Where there is a persecution and hearing Mass is forbidden under pain of torture or death, good Catholics nevertheless go to Mass, even if it is in caves under the ground.
Those good people in Greenland knelt down and thanked God for that precious Sacred linen. How happy and how devout they would have been if they could have bowed down before Jesus Himself in the Blessed Sacrament! And I am often so careless and thoughtless in my genuflections and in my way of kneeling or sitting or standing in the presence of my Eucharistic Savior. And it seems that the more I have to do around the Blessed Sacrament, the more like a pagan I become."
(The Way to God - Father Winfrid Herbst, S.D.S.)
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