My Papal Moment

I didn’t get a chance to see Pope Francis up close and personal. I didn’t have an epiphany or a reawakening of my spirit when he came to town. But I did have something that I think a lot of New Yorkers had—a moment when I saw the pope and thought, “I think I’d like to be friends with this guy.”

During the Mass at Madison Square Garden on Sept. 25, I was pretty focused on catching everything that Pope Francis said so I could write about it in my article. I also had to deal with some waves of nausea thanks to my high seat position (see my earlier post ‘God Was There’ for more on that). But I was as excited as everyone when he came zipping through the arena on his golf cart and even stood up to cheer—which was a momentous feat for me due to my fear of heights.

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But there was one particular moment. It lasted perhaps five seconds, at the end of the pope’s homily, when he asked for prayers and smiled that I saw what all the fuss was about. That genuine beaming smile, a lighthearted grin that you could see in his mouth that lit up in his eyes, when he asked for prayers was something else. It melted away all the anxiety I felt throughout the week and especially that day as I worked on one of my biggest assignments.

Did you get a chance to see Pope Francis? Is there a story you would like to share?

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One thought on “My Papal Moment”

  1. Wait a second… the Pope was in New York? 😉
    I’m glad you got to experience that. And I can relate about his warm smile and gentle eyes. He is a very likable human being. They made the right choice when they made him Pope.

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