When I was a child, my Sunday school teacher who taught me the Psalms and the stories about Jesus when I was in just kindergarten, her name was Mignonne Williams, a very kind and sweet woman.
But never is Jesus so near me as when I lift my cross, and lay it submissively on my shoulder, and give it the welcome of a patient and unmurmuring spirit.
In fulfillment of the words and message of the inspired sProphets, O Jesus, Thou didst appear on earth, and Thou Who art uncontainable didst dwell with men.
On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre.