Sacred Places Journal
17 September 2001: Departure
I packed in faith. And was rewarded. The planes were scheduled to depart on time. The first day in a week for United to fly out of Boise.
This was to be a pilgrimage in search of the stories of my spiritual heritage. But can I possibly find any stories that burn brighter than those seared into all our minds by the events of the past week: New York City firemen requesting last rites before entering the tower-and not coming out again? The young man on a plane over Pennsylvania, "I love you, Mom. We're going to try to do something."? The young man who called his family from the crumbling tower-his best friend was a parpalegic. He would not abandon him.
Never was the world in greater need of a message of hope and peace. But would I find one?