That's where I began.
Later in the evening, I curled up with my 1st pick - Confessions.
Soon after, I noticed a lovely scent. Dismissed it. Read a couple more pages.
There it was again. I smelled my hands. Had I used a new lotion? No. It wasn't
my hands. I turned the page. Once again, the faint scent of Holy Chrism Oil. I'd
know that smell anywhere. I stopped reading. I stopped turning pages.
I held the book up to my face and inhaled deeply. This book smells like
Confirmation! How is it possible that a public library book would smell
like this? Who had owned this book before the St. Charles Public Library System? A parish priest? A bishop? Had it sat on a shelf in an Adoration Chapel for decades before finally coming to rest on this shelf, where any man or woman could find it?
I drank in the aroma of the Holy Spirit and settled back in for two hours
of reading.
I've decided that St. Patrick is one of my favorite saints. Here's one
of my favorite quotes:
I pray my God that he will grant
me perseverance and allow me to prove a faithful witness right up to the time of
my passing over, for my God's sake.
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