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I didn’t choose St. Thérèse of Lisieux. She chose me.
It happened in 1993, at my Cursillo weekend—three days of talks, prayer, and discussions that help people discover God’s love and their mission as Christ’s disciples through a commitment to “piety, study, and action.” Each discussion group was under a saint’s patronage. I was assigned to the St. Thérèse table.
Sitting there in the meeting room, with all the windows closed, I began to smell flowers. There were none in sight, though, and none of my neighbors was wearing perfume. Besides, this fragrance was more captivating and intense than anything I had ever experienced.
“What’s that beautiful aroma?” I finally asked. No one else could smell it.
The group leader looked at me, puzzled, then broke into a smile. “Oh, it must be St. Thérèse,” she said. “Just the other day, a friend who was praying for…
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