Lourdes, Fatima, Guadalupe. I confess when I was an early Catholic convert, I found all of this business about Marian apparitions somewhat disconcerting. These weren’t the sorts of things that I, as a young, white, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant boy who aspired to college and a successful life in American culture, had generally trafficked in. And yet, one of my fondest memories as an early Catholic was of going to Lourdes and sitting amazed on the steps of the basilica there, watching the daily Eucharistic procession.
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