Today is Good Friday.
It's also the fifth anniversary of the death of Pope John Paul II.
I remember the Pope as a man who always reminded us to respect the dignity of every human life, to value and cherish this most precious gift from God.
He didn't sequester himself from the world. He lovingly embraced it.
He spoke out against injustice and hatred.
He highlighted the responsibility we have to aid all who are suffering from sickness, hunger, and poverty.
As he struggled with his own infirmities, he showed us how to draw strength and courage from God as we carry our crosses.
John Paul was a holy man. He lived the way Christ taught us all to live.
"I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another.
This is how all will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another."
John 13:34-35
I never met the Pope; but like many Catholics, I felt close to him. I have a rosary that was blessed by John Paul II in Rome. It was a gift from my father. I've held it tightly in my hands during moments of great joy and at times of profound sorrow and despair. I'll treasure it always.
Although much has been said about John Paul II's impact on the world, and towering figures on the global scene have offered their thoughts on his significance as a leader, I think it is worthy to note his tremendous impact on the hearts and souls of individuals, the way he touched the lowly.
Perhaps that is his greatest legacy.
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