Sunday, November 16, 2008

Sunday 5th April 1942

Went to Communion this morning. It was Easter Sunday and my first Holy Communion.

I sat all alone for a minute or two, at the back of the tent. Then Chenery and Ling came in and, without speaking, sat down on either side of me. I felt immense moral support flowing strangely towards me, as though a whole crowd of friends, not just two, had come to see me through.

We three rose and went to the Altar together, and came back together.


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