It’s hard to write about the anniversary of 9/11.Â Â When I let my mind go there, the images of that day are so raw and real, even ten years after the fact.Â One memory that I can’t forget is going to school and talking about what had just happened with students who were as shell-shocked and horrified as I was.Â One stricken sophomore girl asked, “Why do they hate us so much?”, and I had no answer for her.Â I still don’t.
The most I can do is pray for all of the people who died, as well as for all those who lost parents, children, spouses, brothers and sisters, lovers, friends.Â Â As Queen Elizabeth said many years ago at a memorial service for 9/11 victims, “Grief is the price we pay for love.”Â Â And in a weird way, I find those words comforting.Â We mourn because we love … and love is always worth the price.
Earlier this week, BustedHalo.com ran my article Â Safe with him: What we can learn from Father Mychal Judge. Â Judge was the fire chaplain who was killed at the World Trade Center, and he’s the kind of Catholic I aspire to be. Â Actually, he’s the kind of human being I aspire to be. Â On a day that is so full of painful memories, he is a reminder that we can all be agents of healing and love, if we are willing to meet people right where they are.
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