A few weeks ago in November, as I opened my eyes from a 30 minute meditation in the presence of the Eucharist – I was struck – awed actually - by how the Host glowed - an orange/yellow - from sunlight that was streaming in from the stained glass windows behind it. The monstrance and the red jewels were themselves brilliant – but nothing compared to the radiant Host. I don’t know how long I continued to “look at Him while He looked at me.” We just remained in eye contact. But, I remember going back in time – more than 60 years ago – to when I was an altarboy at my little church in Detroit. I was taking a very early morning one hour altarboy “shift” in our 48 hour devotion practice – and was reflecting on the Host before me – not more than ten feet away – arrayed in brilliant lights - at 2 a.m. – in an otherwise very dark church. In my eight year old innocence and naivete – I wondered where everyone else was. Why was there almost no one in the Church? Where were they? Why - if we believed that this was really God – why wasn’t the Church filled. I asked Jesus that. No direct answer but instead – a quiet peace. I lost contact with that kind of peace and that kind of quiet – until a few Thursdays ago. That keeps me coming back.