Josemaría Escrivá Obras

Do you remember? Night was falling as you and I began our prayer. From close by came the murmur of water. And, through the stillness of the city, we also seemed to hear voices from many lands crying to us in anguish that they do not yet know Christ.

Unashamedly you kissed your Crucifix and asked him to make you an apostle of apostles.

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