The subways were as packed as always and the streets were crowded. But church was different than usual. We spent the day remembering what happened in the city four years ago. The bishop stood and read a long entry from his journal, sharing how he felt after the terrorists brought the twin towers to the ground and killed thousands of innocent people.This timing seems proper in the wake of hurricane Katrina and the many families affected in New Orleans. These are tough times for our country.
Somehow, even though I feel like I'm so far away from everything I know and love, mourning, remembering, and honoring our fellow citizens seems to help connect me to the world and to grander purpose.