Today before the end of my silent retraite, I heard a story about a dying person who made a rosary from the bread that was supposed to feed him/her.

I think that person told this story so I know what it meant when that person gave me their rosary. How that person looked when I put it around me. How other people looked when they saw that rosary around me. And how that person looked when I gave it back.

It is the one thing that saves someone’s Soul. It is the ultimate form of love. The way Jesus loves. I thank God for this experience and will keep this person in my prayers.

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