The fragile little Eucharist , floating between my fingers during the holy mass. The realisation almost broke my heart , I am treading on Saint Joseph’s wonderful path . Despite my insignificance , weakness God entrusted Himself to me , placed His fragile body into my hand , I can carry Him. He is so vulnerable , does not speak . I can offer Him for homage to the shepherds , the wisemen , my brethren , A wonderful mystery , it is great to be the one taking care of the Sacrament , to carry the fragile light , that illuminates the world ….
translated by dr k.e.