One noon on my lunch hour I was visiting Jesus at Saint John’s. I longed so much for Him, hun-gered for His flesh. Then I saw Our Lord leave the tabernacle between two beautiful angels. One rose deep gold, one blue deep gold. They came closer to me. As they got very close I did not see Our Lord but felt the angels place the Sacred Host on my tongue – oh – love – Our Lord stood there beautiful in white with a red cloak. He held my hands. He did not talk but His love became so intense I had to beg Him mercy, mercy. “My Jesus, take this love and spread it around to other souls.” Beneath His love I fell prostrate at His feet.