I was in the church for a time of prayer apostolate. After a while, an elderly, rather infirm lady came up to me. She took a large candle out of her bag. She spoke no German, but tried to make me understand that she would like to have the candle blessed. It was Candlemas Day. As I speak Polish, I explained to her that she could come to Mass on Sunday and the priest would bless the candle for her. We had a long conversation. The exhausted lady was 78 years old and had only been in Germany for a short time. As she no longer had any relatives in Poland, she had moved in with her daughter, who is very busy at work. As a result, the old woman is often alone and often walks many kilometres to buy food. I was very touched by this woman's destiny and so I offered to drive her to church on Sunday. As we exchanged phone numbers next to the altar and smiled at each other, I felt so much love and mutual gratitude for our encounter. When the old woman came to my heart again in bed in the evening, I was in tears.
