Saints see Christ – Glory Truly Hidden
The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbour’s glory should be laid daily on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of theses destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal… Our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner — no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ is vere latitat — the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden. Weight of Glory, 15.
I remember this passage of C. S. Lewis from my middle school or early high school days as a Conservative Baptist. The idea that there was such a thing as "the Blessed Sacrament" that was not just a symbolic packet of unleavened flour and unfermented grape juice began to work slowly but powerfully on me. It rang so true. Over the years my faith in the Presence of Jesus Christ given to us, Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity grew and drew me into the Roman Catholic Church. Many other factors were present, but this was (and, nearly 45 years later, still is) the pearl of great price.