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The man who entered the Church last Sunday was old, very old.  He was stooped over.  He carried an oxygen pack. He had a cane, but he could barely walk. His face was thinned and his hair was a distant memory.  He had to have been in his late 90's. He saw me and looked up, and with a smile said, “Father, He is risen.”  He said all that needs to be said.