 And I thought in my head, my heart, Lord, I believe that this is no longer bread and wine, but your flesh and blood. But couldn't you convince the fruit flies of this miracle for just a minute? And the little voice inside that speaks to sometimes is from the Lord. Sometimes it's not. You got to be careful with it. But I distinctly heard in my heart and mind with my hands nailed to the wood of the cross. I was a feast for the flies. I could almost not go on with the mass.