Before the sun had quite set, he was on the road once more. He
slept in a field that night. He was up early the next morning, and
stepped out bravely, fasting, and hoping for a chance to go to Holy
Communion.

The evening before, he had left Augsburg a good many miles behind.
A few miles more in the early morning brought him to a little
village. From some distance he saw the spire of its church. He
hastened his steps, lest Mass should be over before he reached the
place.

When he came to the church, he saw through its open door a scattered
little congregation at their prayers. He entered quickly, sank to
his knees, and dropping his face between his hands began to pray.
But somehow the place felt strange. After a bit he looked about him,
and saw with astonishment that he was in a Lutheran church. The
Lutheran heresy was still young and kept up many Catholic practices.
It was easy to be deceived.

He felt a little shocked. He had been preparing to receive Holy
Communion, and now he should have to go without. But as he looked
about, the church to his eyes glowed with light. Out of the light
came a troop of blessed angels and drew near to him. He was
frightened, delighted, all at once. Then he saw that one of the
angels bore with deep reverence the Blessed Sacrament, and that God
had granted his desire for Holy Communion. He received It with
quiet joy, but simply, humbly, for he knew that this miracle of Its
coming to him was as nothing to the miracle that there should be any
Blessed Sacrament at all. Since God had stooped to leave us His