This weekend we commemorated the 15th anniversary of the attacks on 9/11.
‘Commemorate” is an interesting word. What does it mean to us?
First, the word means that we join our memory to other persons, places or events. Herein we actually do all three:
— Many persons had their lives abruptly taken, or gave their lives in the hope that others might live.
— Many places were hurt — Pennsylvania, New York, Washington, D.C.
— And many other ensuing events occurred, including by far too many funerals.
Persons, places and things. Way too many. They clutter our memory with too many funerals, and too much loss in homes, churches, social groupings.
Too many funerals and too much loss, heretically done by fundamentalist adherents in the name of Religion — by fringe groups of errant people who lost their religious way.
But spirit took flight after briefly being knocked to the ground.
Family and friends were killed by mass murder. that day …
But fear and death did not have the final word.
Brick and mortar were felled that day…
But, human hope was not toppled.
An attempt was made to cut the future short that day …
But a new forward vision stirred from amidst the rubble.
Clouds of ash were spread throughout a city that day …
But spirit surged and cut right through those clouds.
And give thanks for the healing that has slowly visited among the peoples.
Let us join them to the memory of Jesus:
— Jesus, killed by murder that day … but death did not have the final word.
— Jesus, felled like a tree, and on a tree that day … but his hope was not toppled.
— Jesus, a future cut short at the young age of 33 … but he then became our future hope.
–Jesus, dead in darkness around a somber three on a Friday afternoon …but risen three days later giving rise to Easter Sunday joy.
We unite our story to that of Christ.
But it turns out that the story of Christ IS our story too.
May we know Peace and Good
as we reflect on these mysteries in hope.
Life is a precious and fragile gift from God.
Might we respond with gratitude.
G. Francis Noonan, M.B.A., S.T.D.
La vie est un don de Dieu, don precieux et fragile
Puissions nous y repondre avec gratitude !