I came out of my prayer time in the chapel to find Father Jesse across the way, wearing a cope over his shoulders. I knew what that cope meant. I went into the church and sat down.
Father Jesse, preparing for Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, urged the students (and their teachers) to see that this piece of bread that was about to be positioned before them was not the same as a slice of bread for a sandwich. This was their God. This was their Friend.