and candles. While there, I saw an old Mexican woman come in and walk straight down to the front as if she knew the way and could go in the dark with her eyes closed; she had been there so often. She walked straight to a statue, I think it was the Virgin, knelt and looked up into the face of that statue with a longing and devotion that I would like to see turned to the Lord Himself. She was having an experience of worship, and it was real to her. She was no phony, she was a real worshiper; but look