One Sunday I walked home from Mass with Anna, and accepted her invitation to share a coffee.
I watched as she lit two candles on her mantelpiece then took from under her coat a pyx containing the Blessed Sacrament from the celebration we had just attended.
‘Maggie won’t be up yet, so I always bring the Lord home and make him welcome; that’s what the candles are for, to remind me he’s here and remind him too.
‘Not that he isn’t here all the time, but he’s come all dressed up, so to speak, and he gets the full works.’
And then we sat and chatted for an hour, in His presence, till it was time for Anna to take the Sacrament to Maggie.