For the past two months, I’ve carried Jesus 2 inches from my face for several hours a day. The experience, part of a nationwide “Eucharistic pilgrimage,” has made me the luckiest priest in the U.S.
Catholics have long been accustomed to pilgrimages, traveling on foot, on horseback or by plane to sacred sites in Jerusalem, Rome, Santiago de Compostela and elsewhere. For the past eight centuries, they have regularly held Eucharistic processions, in which they have carried the consecrated host they believe is Jesus Christ under the appearance of bread.
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