A thought

On the Saturday after September 11th, I was grateful to be asked to sing with a pick-up choir organized by Gwen Toth for the funeral at St. Francis Church of Father Michael Judge, the Fire Chaplain. At that service the homily was given on the passage from John's Gospel, "Greater love hath no man, than that he lay down his life for his friends." For the rest of my life, whenever I hear that verse, I will think of that day, that week. Of the sadness, the sorrow, the horror, the outpouring of feeling. Of the sacrifice of those who died, who were our neighbors, our friends.