A poor farmer was wont to attend daily Mass for many years of his life.
He was crossing the snow covered fields one cold morning on his way to church.He thought he could hear footsteps behind him,and turning,he saw his Angel Guardian bearing a basket full of beautiful roses,which exhaled a delicious perfume.”See”,said the Angel,”these roses represent each step you have taken on the way to Mass,and each rose represents,too,a glorious reward which awaits you in Heaven.But far,far greater are the merits you have gotten from the Mass itself.”
~”The Wonders of the Mass”~
