On the way to the confirmation, it came up in conversation that one girl had not yet been able to take part in her first communion. So I arranged an evening with young people in our church tent and we had a lively exchange about Jesus' gift of giving himself in bread so that we ourselves might become bread for one another. Then we prayed the Apostles' Creed. The young Christian girl who was preparing to receive the Eucharist was so moved by this that, as her mother later told me, she memorised it that very evening. Then came the day of her First Communion. We had managed to get a beautiful candle. During the service, I could sense the girl's deep joy. In the afternoon, we sat together for a cup of coffee. When I opened a letter from her mother that evening, I read: ‘Many beautiful things cannot be seen or touched: they are felt with the heart. What you have done for us is one of those things!’
