“The Woman Whom even God dreamed of before the world was made; The Woman of Who, though no priest, could yet on Calvary’s Hill breathe, ‘this is my Body; this is my Blood’ – for none save her gave Him human life.  The Woman Who guides my pen, which falters so with words in telling of the Word.  The Woman Who, in a world of reds, shows forth the blue of hope.  Accept these dried grapes of thoughts from this poor author, who has no wine; work a miracle and save a soul forgetting not my own.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen (World’s First Love)