I was on the train one day – back when I was a young teen – clad in an Adore Conference promo t-shirt, with an image of the Blessed Sacrament blaring out from the centre of my chest, when I noticed a man, aged 40-something, who seemed to me a bit rough-round-the-edges and in need of God’s love (aren’t we all!). Needless to say I was judging him left, right and centre...