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I did not know what to do with all my questions and feelings after the attack on the World Trade Center. I lived then quite close to the twin towers and was blockaded into my neighborhood and my work ceased and no one could really visit me. Thus I had time to ask questions and wonder what evil was about and what peace and war meant, questions that had been there before but not quite as boldly.I discovered some time later a church and a liturgy that began to answer lots of questions in a very quick order. I think I was lucky to have stumbled into the church I found and to be welcomed and to have so many questions if not answered, at least to find people asking the same questions.
Further than the feeding of my own spiritual hunger, the finding sanctuary in the arms of the church, I also found a new way to live that helped me to learn to quiet down the fears, the anger, the revolving door of my own hurt feelings and to begin to be patient, more kindly in my actions as well as thoughts and to reach out to people in need more than I could before.
Now I am also able to announce my beliefs, which I never could do before. It is a good feeling to know that where there are not answers, there are at least lots of good things to contemplate and figure out during the hours and days we are given to be alive.
