For eight years now, every time I walk down Michigan Avenue under cloudless, incredibly blue skies, with the temperature roughly 78°, I think, "It was just like this that day."
And it was. Magnificent, glorious end-of-summer weather, a perfect day. I reveled in it as I walked home from the 8:15 Mass at St. Peter's. But when I got to the community room, the TV was on as events began to unfold. Things haven't been the same since for any of us. And now every blue-sky, perfect day reminds me of 9/11/01.
Praying today for peace: real peace. Jesus has already won the victory that matters.