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On May 13, 2017, I was able to experience the Holy Father’s Eucharistic Celebration in Fatima from my sick room as it aired on EWTN.  The faith, joy, and prayerfulness of the pilgrims were so touching and it made me desire to take on the spiritual experience with an open heart.  I was not able to see the whole celebration because of the early hour at which it began and the fact that it coincided with our own convent Mass being celebrated.  After Mass, I quickly returned to watching EWTN.  Most of it was over and they advertised a replay later at 11:00am.  Sr. M. Lucia, who entered the convent with me and was celebrating her nameday, also wanted to watch it, so I invited her to join me. 

The day before, while praying the rosary along with the pilgrims gathered in Fatima, I had the inspiration to invite her, along with Sr. M. Jacinta who also celebrated her feastday on May 13 to join me to pray together.  It worked out that 2:00pm would be the best time.  We had EWTN on mute but still visible.  As we were starting the rosary, Pope Francis exposed the Blessed Sacrament.  As we were praying the 5th Joyful Mystery, our Holy Father walked over to the section where all of the sick and infirm were seated and blessed each section with the Eucharist.  What a true blessing!  It was so wonderful to be a part of this Fatima Celebration in the Heart of the Church, my Mother.


-       Sr. M. Theresita

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