There are secrets that mothers carry in silence, not because they doubt their truth, but because the weight of that truth is so immense, so specific, so impossible to have been known by natural means that speaking it aloud before its appointed time would seem like madness or exploitation.

My name is Antonia Audis.

I am 58 years old.

I am the mother of Carlo Acudis, who died at 15 on October 12th, 2006.

And for nearly 20 years, I have carried a revelation that my son gave me in the early morning hours of October 11th, 2006, exactly 27 hours before his death.

A prophecy so precise about the year 2026 that I could not speak it publicly until this exact year arrived.

And I could point to its fulfillment with trembling hands and say, “This is not theory.

This is not interpretation.

This is what a dying teenage mystic told his mother two decades ago.

And now in 2026, every single element he prophesied is unfolding simultaneously before our eyes.

I was born in 1968 in Milan into what you would call a culturally Catholic family.

We attended mass on Sundays when it was convenient, celebrated the major feast days, had our children baptized because that’s what Italian families did.

My faith was inherited, not chosen, comfortable, not costly.

I believed in God the way you believe in distant relatives you’ve heard about but never met.

Acknowledging their existence without allowing them to change your daily life.

I married Andrea Audis in 1990.

We were young professionals.

I worked in publishing.

He in finance.

We had our first son Carlo on May 3rd, 1991 in London where Andrea had been temporarily stationed for work.

When Carlo was just a few months old, we returned to Milan, settling into an apartment in the center of the city, resuming our comfortable, nominally Catholic, essentially secular existence.

And then Carlo began to grow.

And as he grew, something became increasingly clear.

This child was not like us.

From the age of three, he would ask to go to church, not on Sundays only, but daily.

At 7, after his first communion, he began attending mass every single day before school.

every day.

While other children beg their parents for toys or video games, Carlo begged me to take him to Adoration Chapels.

I remember the first time I truly felt the dissonance between my faith and his.

Carlo was 8 years old.

We were driving past a church and he asked if we could stop so he could visit Jesus.

I glanced at my watch.

We were running late for a dinner party and I said, “Carlo, we can’t right now.

We have somewhere to be.

” He looked at me with those enormous brown eyes and said simply, “Mama, if the president of Italy was in that building and wanted to see you, would you say you were too busy?” I had no answer.

“Jesus is in there,” he continued with no trace of judgment, only gentle fact.

“And he’s more important than the president.

He’s God, and he wants to see us.

Why are we too busy for God?” That question haunted me for days, weeks.

It began the slow, uncomfortable process of my real conversion.

Conversion from cultural Catholicism to actual faith.

My son was converting me.

A child was teaching his mother what it meant to truly believe.

Carlos’s devotion to the Eucharist was not pious performance.

It was authentic relationship.

He would spend hours researching Eucharistic miracles from around the world, cataloging them, creating a digital exhibition to share with others.

He taught himself advanced computer programming specifically so he could build websites documenting these miracles.

His entire life became oriented around one truth.

Jesus Christ is truly really substantially present in the consecrated host.

Everything else flowed from that.

His love for the poor.

Because if Jesus is in the Eucharist then Jesus is also in the suffering.

His love for animals.

Because if God became physical matter in the Eucharist then all creation is sacred.

his joyful normal teenage interest, video games, soccer, hanging out with friends, because loving Jesus didn’t mean rejecting the goodness of ordinary life.

It meant sanctifying it.

But alongside this beautiful, radiant holiness, there was something else, something I didn’t fully understand until much later.

Carlo had mystical experiences.

He saw things, knew things, not frequently.

He wasn’t some kind of continual visionary, but occasionally at crucial moments, he would have knowledge that came from somewhere beyond normal human perception.

The crisis in our family began in late September 2006.

Carlo had been complaining of headaches, fatigue, nothing alarming at first.

He was a teenage boy.

We assumed he was staying up too late on his computer, but then he began having nosebleleeds, bruising easily.

And on September 25th, after a particularly severe nose bleed that wouldn’t stop, Andrea insisted we take him to the hospital.

The blood tests came back within hours.

Acute promelyic leukemia.

Aggressive.

Advanced.

The hematologist, a kind woman named Dr.

Castelli, whom I will never forget, sat us down in a small consultation room and explained with careful clinical gentleness that Carlo’s condition was critical, that we needed to begin chemotherapy immediately.

That even with treatment, the prognosis was uncertain.

I remember the light in that room, fluorescent, harsh, making everyone’s skin look gray.

I remember Andrea’s hand gripping mine so tightly that my fingers went numb.

I remember asking in a voice that didn’t sound like my own.

Will he survive? Dr.

Castelli hesitated just long enough for me to understand the answer before she spoke it.

We will do everything we can.

Everything they could do was not enough.

Carlos’s body, weakened by the leukemia, couldn’t tolerate the intensity of the chemotherapy required.

He developed complications, infections, internal bleeding.

By early October, he was in the intensive care unit at San Rafael Hospital.

I have almost no memory of those two weeks as coherent time.

It was a blur of beeping machines, urgent consultations, doctors with increasingly grave expressions, nurses who touched my shoulder with pity I didn’t want.

Andrea and I took turns sleeping in Carlo’s room, though neither of us truly slept.

How can you sleep when your child is dying? And Carlo was dying.

By October 10th, even Dr.

Castelli had stopped using euphemisms.

We’re focusing on comfort now, she said.

On managing pain, on giving you time together, morphine, paliotative care, goodbye.

But here’s what I carried alongside the grief.

What made it even more complex? Carlo was not afraid.

He lay in that hospital bed, pale, frail, with IV lines and monitors attached to his deteriorating body, and he was at peace.

More than peace.

There was anticipation in his eyes as though he was waiting for something wonderful.

On October 10th in the evening, he squeezed my hand and whispered, “Mama, don’t be sad.

Where I’m going is beautiful.

And I’ll still be close to you, closer than you think.

” I wanted to believe him.

I wanted his faith, but all I felt was the impending obliteration of losing my firstborn child.

That night, the night of October 10th to 11th, I insisted on staying alone with Carlo.

Andrea was exhausted and I told him to go home, shower, rest for a few hours.

He reluctantly agreed, so it was just me and Carlo in that hospital room when the mystical encounter happened.

I had dozed off in the reclining chair beside Carlo’s bed.

The room was dim, lit only by the glow of medical monitors and the faint light from the hallway filtering under the door.

I woke abruptly to the sound of movement.

For a confused moment, I didn’t remember where I was.

Then reality crashed back.

hospital.

Carlo dying.

I sat up quickly, heart pounding.

The movement was coming from Carlo’s bed.

He was sitting upright, something he hadn’t had the strength to do in days, and his eyes were open, wide, staring at something to the right side of his bed.

Carlo, I stood, rushed to him.

Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse? But when I reached him, I saw that he wasn’t in distress.

His expression was one of intense concentration, as though he was listening to something I couldn’t hear.

His lips were moving slightly, forming silent words.

Carlo.

I touched his shoulder gently.

He turned his face toward me slowly, his eyes focused.

And when he spoke, his voice was clear.

Not the weak morphine slurred voice he’d had for days, but clear, firm, fully present.

Mama, our lady was just here.

My heart contracted.

What? The Virgin Mary, she was standing right there.

He gestured to the right side of the bed.

You didn’t see her? I looked where he was pointing.

There was nothing but the small table with medical supplies, the IV pole, the blank wall beyond.

No, Amore.

I didn’t see anything.

She was here, Carlos said with complete certainty.

No agitation, no insistence, just the calm statement of observed fact.

She was wearing blue and there was light around her, not bright like a lamp, but soft like moonlight on water.

And she spoke to me.

I pulled the chair closer to his bed, sat down, took his hand.

What did she say? She showed me something about the future, about the year 2026.

2026, I repeated.

The year seemed impossibly distant.

That’s 20 years from now.

I know.

20 years after I die.

He said it matter of factly without sadness.

She showed me because you’ll be alive in that year and you’ll need to remember what she said.

You’ll need to tell people.

A chill ran through me that had nothing to do with the air conditioned hospital room.

Tell people what.

And then Carlo began to speak and I listened with the strange absolute certainty that I was hearing something profoundly important, something I would need to remember word for word.

Our lady showed me images, mama, like a film playing in front of my eyes.

I saw the year 2026.

I saw the church and I saw that it’s divided.

Very divided.

More divided than it’s ever been.

Divided how? I asked, though part of me didn’t want to know.

She showed me three specific things happening at the same time.

Three problems converging.

And she told me that when these three things happen together in the same year, it’s a sign that the time of separation has arrived.

Wheat and chaff.

She used those exact words, separation of wheat and chaff.

What three things? Carlo closed his eyes as though seeing the vision again behind his eyelids.

First, confusion about the Eucharist.

Our Lady showed me that in 2026, the majority, the majority, mama, of Catholics who attend mass will no longer believe that the Eucharist is truly the body of Christ.

They’ll think it’s just a symbol, a memorial, something that represents Jesus but isn’t Jesus.

And she showed me statistics, real numbers showing that more than twothirds of Catholics in some countries don’t believe in the real presence.

I felt cold despite the warmth of the room.

But how is that possible? It’s fundamental doctrine.

I know, Carlos said softly.

But our Lady explained that it happens gradually.

First, people stop going to mass frequently.

Then, when they do go, they receive communion without confession, without reverence, as routine.

Then, they stop believing you need a priest to consecrate.

They think anyone can do it.

And finally, they stop believing there’s anything to consecrate at all.

It’s just bread.

It was always just bread.

And when they reach that point, they’ve lost the entire Catholic faith.

Because if the Eucharist isn’t Jesus, then mass isn’t a sacrifice.

Priests aren’t necessary.

The church isn’t special.

Everything collapses.

I was gripping his hand tighter now.

And the second thing, second attack on the liturgy.

Our Lady showed me that in 2022 there will be a strong movement, organized, well planned to change the mass.

not small adjustments, fundamental changes under the pretext of making it more accessible or more relevant to modern culture.

But in reality, the proposed changes will remove elements that emphasize the sacred, the sacrificial, the supernatural.

They’ll transform the mass into a community gathering, horizontal celebration instead of vertical worship.

And our lady said that many bishops will support this not because they’re evil, but because they’re confused or afraid of seeming irrelevant or genuinely believe the church needs to modernize to survive.

And the third thing Carlo’s expression grew more troubled.

Third, and the most visible, public division among bishops and cardinals.

Our Lady showed me that in 2026, bishops will be publicly contradicting each other, not about small details, but about fundamental doctrines, about who Jesus is, about what salvation means, about whether the church has real authority given by God or is just a human institution.

And ordinary Catholics will be completely lost.

They won’t know who to trust.

Some will say, “Follow this bishop.

He’s defending tradition.

” Others will say, “No, follow this other one.

He’s defending mercy and in the middle of this war, truth will be obscured.

I was trembling.

Carlo, this sounds apocalyptic.

It’s not apocalyptic.

He corrected gently.

It’s purification.

Our Lady was very clear about this.

It’s not the end of the church.

It’s a test.

God is allowing the chaff to show itself clearly so it can be separated from the wheat.

and she told me seven specific words that you need to remember in 2026.

Every Catholic will have to choose.

Choose what? Choose between two completely different visions of faith.

It’s not about Latin versus vernacular or veils versus no veils or traditional versus modern.

It’s much deeper than that.

It’s a choice between believing that the Eucharist is truly Jesus body, blood, soul, divinity, or thinking it’s a nice symbol.

Choosing between believing Christ is God who must be worshiped or just an inspiring moral teacher.

Choosing between seeing the church as a divine institution founded by Christ with real authority from God or as a human organization that can and should change with the times.

And what happens when people choose? Our Lady said that many will choose wrongly.

Many will leave the church or they’ll stay but transform it into something unrecognizable.

But those who choose correctly, those who choose the Eucharist, Christ as God, the church as divine, they will form what she called the faithful remnant, small but pure.

And from that remnant will come true renewal.

When, I asked, when does the renewal come? She didn’t tell me an exact year, but she said that after 2026, after the separation, after the suffering, it will come.

And it will be a renewal that restores the sacred, not one that removes it.

A renewal that places the Eucharist back at the absolute center.

Carlo paused, breathing with difficulty.

He was tiring.

There’s one more thing, Mama.

Our Lady said that 2026 will also be a year of great mercy.

Because in the middle of the confusion, God will raise up witnesses, little ones, young people, lay people, people without official power.

But who will speak the truth with clarity? And she said that my own body exposed in a cis will be used.

My breath caught.

Used how? As a sign.

A silent but eloquent sign that God is still present.

That miracles still happen.

That holiness is still possible.

That young people can still love the Eucharist radically.

In the middle of all the doctrinal and lurggical confusion, people will look at my body and remember true faith still exists.

The Eucharist is still real.

Christ still calls.

He looked at me with sudden intensity.

That’s why I need to tell you this now, mama.

Because when 2026 comes, when you see all of this happening, the confusion about the Eucharist, the attacks on the liturgy, the division among bishops, you’ll be able to testify this is not a surprise.

This is not God losing control.

This is exactly what was prophesied.

It’s the separation.

It’s painful, but necessary.

And after this separation, which will hurt very much, true renewal will come.

But first must come the choice.

and 2026 is the year of the choice.

But what if no one believes me when I tell them this? Some won’t believe, but others will.

And in any case, your mission isn’t to convince everyone.

It’s to testify to the truth.

And when people see that what a 15-year-old boy prophesied in 2006 is being fulfilled exactly in 2026, some will realize this is real, that God truly speaks, and they’ll have the courage to make the right choice.

Then Carlo said something that I have never forgotten.

Words that have echoed in my mind for 20 years.

Mama, when the confusion is at its worst, when it seems like the church is falling apart, remember this.

The Eucharist is the battle.

If Satan can get Catholics to stop believing that Jesus is truly present in the consecrated host, he wins everything.

Because if we lose the Eucharist, we lose the mass as sacrifice.

We lose the priesthood as necessary.

We lose the church as essential.

we lose direct personal physical encounter with God himself.

The Eucharist is the center.

It’s always been the center.

And 2026 is when the enemy makes his biggest attempt to remove that center.

But he won’t succeed because there will be a remnant who chooses correctly.

And from that remnant, everything rebuilds.

He closed his eyes, visibly exhausted now.

I’m very tired.

Mama, rest, Amore.

Thank you for telling me.

Promise you’ll remember.

I promise and promise you won’t tell anyone until 2026 comes.

Because if you tell earlier, people will say it’s just your interpretation, your fear, your agenda.

But when they see it happening exactly as described, they’ll understand it’s not theory.

It’s fulfilled prophecy.

I promise.

Carlos smiled faintly.

Good.

Now I can rest.

He slept.

And less than 27 hours later, on October 12th, 2006, at 6:37 in the morning, my son died.

And I carried that prophecy in absolute silence for 20 years.

The years after Carlo’s death were simultaneously the hardest and most gracefilled of my life.

The grief was crushing.

There were mornings I woke up and for a blessed half second forgot he was gone.

And then reality would crash over me like a wave.

and I would have to remember all over again, my son is dead.

But alongside the grief was something else.

The gradual, undeniable recognition that Carlo had been a saint.

Not saint in the casual way people use the word for anyone kind or good, but saint in the church’s precise technical sense, someone who lived heroic virtue, who had a profound relationship with God, whose life and death bore supernatural fruit.

The dascese opened his cause for canonization in 2013.

He was declared venerable in 2018 and then on October 10th 2020 exactly 14 years after his death in Aisi Carlo was beatified.

Blessed Carlo Autis one step away from canonization and just as he had prophesied in his final vision his body was found to be incorrupt.

When they exumed him for the beatification process, his body showed no signs of decomposition.

It was placed in a glass reoquary in the sanctuary of Spaltto and later moved to Aisi where thousands of pilgrims come to venerate him.

During all of this, the cause for canonization, the beatatification, the growing worldwide devotion to Carlo.

I never spoke publicly about the 2026 prophecy.

People would ask me in interviews if Carlo had any mystical experiences.

I would answer honestly, yes, he did.

He had a profound spiritual life.

He experienced the presence of our lady at various points, but I never mentioned the specific prophecy about 2026 because Carlo had told me to wait.

When they see it happening, they’ll understand.

So, I waited.

And as the years passed, 2010, 2015, 2020, 205, I watched.

And with each passing year, I saw the foundations being laid for exactly what Carlo had described.

I saw surveys showing declining belief in the real presence among Catholics.

I saw liturggical debates becoming increasingly heated.

I saw public disagreements among bishops becoming more common, more fundamental, more divisive.

And then 2025 arrived.

And then early 2026, and everything Carlo had prophesied converged simultaneously.

In early 2026, a major survey was published by a prominent Catholic research institute.

The headline was stark.

68% of mass attending Catholics don’t believe in real presence.

When I read that statistic, my hands shook because 20 years earlier, a dying teenage boy had told me.

Our lady showed me that in 2026, more than 2/3 of Catholics in some countries won’t believe the Eucharist is truly Jesus.

68% 2/3 exact fulfillment.

But it wasn’t just statistics.

It was what those statistics represented.

A catastrophic loss of the central truth of Catholic faith.

If you don’t believe Jesus is truly present in the Eucharist, why go to mass? Why have priests? Why have the Catholic Church at all? The second prophecy was fulfilled through events I watched unfold in real time throughout 2025 and early 2026.

Multiple dascises around the world began proposing and in some cases implementing significant lurggical changes ostensibly to make mass more accessible to modern people but in practice removing elements that emphasize sacrifice transcendence the sacred.

Some proposed eliminating certain eukaristic prayers.

Others suggested changing the words of consecration for inclusive language.

Still others advocated for layled communion services to replace mass in areas with priest shortages.

Each change by itself might seem small, but together they formed exactly the pattern Carlo had described.

Attack on the liturgy, transforming mass into community gathering instead of sacrificial worship.

And then came the third fulfillment, the most publicly visible bishops openly contradicting each other on fundamental matters.

I’m not speaking of the healthy theological debate that has always existed in the church.

I’m speaking of direct public contradictions on essential doctrines.

Bishops writing letters accusing other bishops of heresy.

Cardinals publishing statements that directly opposed other cardinals teachings.

Conferences where the speakers fundamentally disagreed about the nature of Christ, salvation, the authority of scripture, the role of the church.

Ordinary Catholics, my friends, people I met at pilgrimages to Aisi, families who came to pray at Carlos tomb were confused, lost.

They would ask me.

Antonia, who should we believe? This bishop says one thing, that cardinal says another.

How do we know what’s true? And I would see in their eyes the exact confusion Carlo had described.

Catholics completely lost not knowing who to trust.

All three prophecies converging in 2026.

20 years after a 15-year-old mystic told me it would happen.

In March of 2026, I made the decision that I could no longer remain silent.

I scheduled a press conference.

I invited Catholic media.

And I did something I had never done in two decades.

I revealed the full prophecy that Carlo had given me in the early morning hours of October 11th, 2006.

I expected skepticism.

I expected dismissal.

I expected to be accused of fabricating a convenient story to support a particular position in the church’s current conflicts.

But something unexpected happened.

People believed me, not everyone, of course, but enough because they could see with their own eyes that what I was describing, what Carlo had prophecied 20 years earlier was unfolding exactly as described in the exact year specified.

This wasn’t vague prediction that could be interpreted to fit any situation.

This was specific.

three simultaneous crises in 2026 creating the conditions for separation of wheat and chaff.

And it was happening.

The response was overwhelming.

Within days of the press conference, my testimony was translated into dozens of languages.

Videos of my statement spread across social media.

Catholic newspapers and websites published articles analyzing the prophecy and its apparent fulfillment.

But more importantly than media attention was something else.

people making the choice.

I began receiving messages, hundreds, then thousands from Catholics around the world who said that hearing about Carlos’s prophecy had clarified everything for them.

I was confused about what to believe.

One woman from Brazil wrote, “But when I heard that a teenage saint had prophesied that 2026 would be the year we’d have to choose between the Eucharist as real or symbolic, it became clear.

I choose real.

I choose Jesus truly present.

Everything else follows from that.

A young man from Poland.

I was losing my faith because of all the contradictions I was seeing among church leaders.

But this prophecy helped me understand.

It’s not chaos.

It’s purification.

It’s the separation Carlo predicted.

And I know which side I’m on.

An elderly priest from the United States.

For years, I’ve been troubled by the lurggical changes being proposed in my dascese.

But I was afraid to resist because I didn’t want to seem disobedient.

Carlos prophecy gave me courage.

The mass is a sacrifice.

The Eucharist is God.

I will defend that truth regardless of cost.

Stories poured in from every continent.

Young people, elderly people, priests, lay people, converts, cradle Catholics, all saying the same thing.

The prophecy gave them clarity in the midst of confusion.

And something else remarkable happened.

Pilgrimages to Carlos tomb in Aisi exploded.

Tens of thousands of people came to pray before the incorrupt body of the teenage saint who had prophesied about 2026.

They would stand before the glass reoquary looking at his peaceful face, his hands folded in prayer and they would remember holiness is real.

Miracles are real.

The eukarist is real.

God still speaks and he calls us to choose exactly as Carlo had said.

My body will be used as a silent but eloquent sign.

I traveled to SEC myself in May of 2026.

I stood before Carlos tomb, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims from around the world, and I wept.

Not tears of grief this time, but tears of gratitude.

Gratitude that God had given me such a son.

Gratitude that Carlo had been obedient to deliver the message our lady gave him.

Gratitude that even in death, even 20 years later, he was still leading people to Jesus.

One moment in particular I will never forget.

I was standing near the tomb when a young woman perhaps 19 or 20 years old approached me.

She recognized me from the press conference footage.

Senora Autis, she said in Italian, her voice shaking with emotion.

I need to tell you something.

3 weeks ago, I was planning to leave the Catholic church.

I didn’t believe in the real presence anymore.

I thought it was all just tradition and ritual with no real substance.

But then I saw your testimony about Carlo’s prophecy and I came here to Aisi and I stood before your son’s body and as I was standing there I felt something a presence and in my mind I heard words very clearly I am real choose me and I knew it was Jesus speaking through Carlo calling me back and I’m staying.

I’m choosing the Eucharist.

I’m choosing Christ.

She was crying openly now.

Thank you for breaking your silence.

Thank you for telling us what Carlo saw.

It saved my faith.

I embraced her.

And as I held this young woman who Carlo had never met, but had somehow reached across 20 years of death, I understood fully what our lady had meant about 2026 being a year of great mercy.

Yes, it was a year of crisis.

Yes, it was a year of confusion and division.

But it was also a year when people were being offered crystal clarity.

Choose.

Choose the Eucharist as the center of everything or don’t.

Choose Christ as God worthy of adoration or don’t.

Choose the church as divinely established or don’t.

And from those who chose correctly, renewal would come.

Today, as I record this testimony in late 2026, the separation is ongoing.

The confusion hasn’t ended.

The divisions among church leadership haven’t healed.

But something has shifted.

There is a growing movement of Catholics, young and old, clergy and lay from every nation, who have made their choice clear.

They call themselves by different names, the Eucharistic Remnant, the faithful few, Carlos Army, but the substance is the same.

Radical commitment to the truth that Jesus Christ is truly, really, substantially present in the Eucharist.

These Catholics are attending mass daily.

They’re spending hours in Eucharistic adoration.

They’re defending the sacred liturgy.

They’re studying their faith deeply so they can’t be confused by contradictory teachings.

They’re living lives of genuine holiness, not because they’re trying to earn salvation, but because they’ve encountered Jesus personally in the Eucharist, and love compels them to respond.

This is the renewal Carlo prophesied.

It’s beginning.

Small, but pure, and it will grow.

I am 58 years old now.

I don’t know how many more years I have, but I know what my mission is for however long I remain.

To continue testifying to what Carlo told me.

To continue pointing people toward the Eucharist.

To continue defending the truth that my son lived and died proclaiming.

If you are watching this, if you’ve listened to this entire testimony, it’s not by accident.

2026 is the year of the choice.

And you are being asked right now to make that choice.

Do you believe that when the priest consecrates the bread and wine at mass, they become truly really substantially the body and blood of Christ? If you do, everything else follows.

The mass matters because it’s Calvary made present.

The priest matters because he acts in persona Christi.

The church matters because she guards and transmits this infinite treasure.

Your holiness matters because every communion is direct encounter with God himself.

But if you don’t believe in the real presence, if you think the Eucharist is just a symbol or a memorial, then nothing else really matters.

You can change the liturgy however you want.

You can dismiss church authority as merely human.

You can live however you want because you’re not actually encountering God, just remembering him.

This is the choice of 2026.

Carlo told me about it 20 years ago.

our Lady told him.

And now, seeing everything unfold exactly as prophesied, I testify to you, not to cause fear, but to give hope.

Because the final promise Carlo gave me that early morning was this.

After the separation, renewal, after the suffering, glory, after the confusion, clarity, and the Eucharist wins.

It always wins because Christ wins.

That is the warning and that is the hope in 2026.

Choose the Eucharist.

Choose Christ.

Choose truth.