October 25, 2015, Kevin Mesher preaching
It was then my turn to kneel at the rail and as Father Stewart ever so gently placed the host on my tongue, the whole convoluted and circuitous path of my spiritual search resolved itself instantaneously. The accordion of time and of memory whistled out its excess and I was able to see that every event that brought me to this point in time was all part of the ecstatic racket of the procession of Jesus.
