I went to church today. It was a commemorative mass for the 10th anniversary of 9/11.
Now in all this time I hadn't heard about Father Mychal Judge.
He is thought to be the first person to die and is indeed the first body to be carried out at Ground Zero, September 11, 2001
A New York priest known for his ability to love.
I can't think of any greater honor.
Our pastor Fr. Mark gave an eloquent homily and in it taught us the prayer of Father Mychal.
Lord, take me where You want me to go.
let me meet who you want me to meet,
tell me what You want me to say,
and keep me out of Your way.
How funny is that? I love it. I can totally relate.
I'm reading up on Father Mychal Judge and have come to learn that he is indeed a saint.
He himself clamed he was the happiest man on earth.
He didn't need a thing in the world.
He felt so blessed because of all the things he had and yet he had nothing.
What's more he also felt so undeserving for having such abundance.
He wasn't counting his blessings of material things...
Father Mychal Judge's cup runneth over with love.
He died doing the Lord's work...he laid down his life for another.
I never met you Father Mychal, but feel your love right through your death.
I love you too. Thank-you.