One cold, foggy day in the great city of London, there came a Protestant Minister with his little five-year-old daughter. From all appearances, there was nothing very different between this minister and all the other Protestant ministers that were also in London at the time. He was tolerably well off, married to a loving and good woman, and the father of healthy, happy children. On a natural level, nothing seemed lacking to his happiness.

And yet, for all this, he felt that there was a struggle taking place inside his heart - a conflict, as it were, of Faith. This struggle arose from his recent examination of the Catholic Faith. Being a man of good will, he had willingly compared the teachings of Protestantism to the doctrines of Catholicism, and had begun to realize - to his surprise- the errors of his Protestant beliefs.

In time, through his study, the minister grew to be forcibly drawn to the Catholic Faith. However, he hesitated to join it just yet. After all, he was not only a Protestant, he was a minister. He knew its beliefs so well. Could he really abandon the practice of Protestantism and embrace another religion? Perhaps Catholicism would not be as easy to follow as he imagined. Then, of course, there were his wife and children. What if his decision brought about discord and disagreement in their peaceful and happy home? Perhaps the easiest course of action was just to stay in the Protestant religion as they were now. And yet, if the Catholic faith was the one true faith, as he was coming to believe…?

It was while pondering these things that the Minister had come with his young daughter to London. As they walked along the streets, they happened to pass by a Catholic Church. Since he was not close-minded to Catholicism, merely hesitant to embrace it, he and his daughter entered the church. As soon as they walked out of the vestibule and stood at the end of the main aisle, the little girl noticed a small lamp burning near the sanctuary. Flickering with a gentle light, it cast a soft glow upon the lovely tabernacle resting upon the altar. Captivated, the little child pulled at her father’s sleeve.

“Father,” she asked, “why is that lamp burning there?”

Her father leaned down close to her. “That signifies that Jesus is in this church,” he whispered, “just behind the little golden door which you see upon the altar.”

After a few more minutes spent in the quiet peace of the church, the pair left. Later on, they went to a Protestant church. This time, the little girl’s eyes eagerly searched for a lamp like the one she had seen by the tabernacle. However, to her disappointment, not only did she fail to find a light burning, she did not even see a tabernacle!

“Father, why is there no lamp here?” she whispered, both upset and confused.

“Because Jesus is not here.” Her father replied simply. Then he paused and looked up, only realizing what he said after he said it.

Back at home, the minister pondered his daughter’s question and his subsequent answer to it. The sanctuary lamp was not in the Protestant church because Jesus was not in the Protestant church. However, Our Lord was in the Catholic Church, as the lamp testified.

Because of this realization, the minister and his family, in time, became Catholics. Later, the converted man fondly remembered what had helped him, in addition to all else, to take the decisive step to the True Faith. It was hearing his little girl walk through the house, saying over and over, “I want to go where Jesus is! I want to go where Jesus is!”