Fr. Mychal’s Inspiration.
Father Mychal Judge, OFM was an extraordinary Franciscan priest who
dedicated his life to serving God’s people. He is known for his work with
the homeless, recovering addicts and AIDS patients, as well as his work as
chaplain to the New York City Fire Department.
September 11, 2001, he arrived quickly at the scene of the World Trade
Center attacks. After administering last rites to a firefighter, Father
Mychal was hit by debris and killed. He became the first officially recorded
fatality following the attack.
During his life, Fr. Mychal spent much of his time ministering to the
homeless on the Breadline at St. Francis Church in New York City. This is
where he found God: in the faces on the street, the hurting, broken and
needy of this world.
was also our dear family friend, praying with us over the years, helping us
through periods of serious illness and times that tested our faith. His
dedication to homeless men, women, and children has become a calling to us
that manifests itself as Mychal’s Message.
more about Father Mychal, here.
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the Homeless Inspire
The following was written by Rev. Frank L. Fowler III of the Trinity United
Methodist Church in Hackettstown, NJ. Rev. Fowler and Fr. Mychal once
worked together ministering to the same community. We can not imagine a more
eloquent and articulate way to express how the homeless inspire us to act.
On My Mind
By Frank L. Fowler III
A Weekly Column of Reflections and News from Trinity United Methodist
Church, Hackettsotwn, NJ
They looked sad.
As they came into my office it seemed that the weight of the world was on
their young shoulders. And it was.
These two young adults…a young woman….a young man….friends.
And I listened to their story.
There was much that was familiar…for after many years of listening, the
themes are usually the same.
Difficult beginnings. Difficult breaks. Hard choices. Some poor choices.
And here they were in my office at 7:30 pm.
We talked about options. They seemed to be few.
We talked about sources of help. Also few.
We talked about people who could help. Family. Friends.
In the midst of the talk came the tears.
It was about 20 degrees outside.
I had decisions to make.
A phone call to a motel found a room available.
A check of our Lord’s Pantry found food.
The plan was to drive them to the motel, and through the ministry of the
local clergy association assistance fund, see that they had 2 nights of
I handed the young man two bags of food as we prepared to go to my car.
“Are there CANS of food in here?” he asked shyly.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well,” he said quietly, “ we don’t have a can-opener.”
I went to the office kitchen and rummaged through the drawers.
Now, I don’t have answers as to why so many people are homeless.
I don’t know why I was blessed with a good start in life and received the
benefits of a family who cared so well for me.
I don’t know why some caring adults reached out to me
When I was a young adult, and helped me over
the hard places
And I don’t know why life’s twists and turns have so favored me
while so many people sleep in train stations or under bridges.
But I DO know that I cannot thank God for all my blessings without
also helping those who do not have them.
I DO know that I cannot allow the sheer magnitude of the homeless and hunger
problem to paralyze me into inaction.
And I DO know that the Church of Jesus Christ must be a part of the
drove them to the motel and checked them in, then drove around to the door
of their room.
The young man got out of the rear seat with the two bags of food, and they
And I drove away thinking that sometimes the love of God
NEWS AND NOTES
One can opener needed for the church kitchen.