Millions of people were
coming to Rome for the Funeral Mass. Leaders of nearly every country.
And I took a wild guess and figured I might not get a front row seat.
So I did the next best thing...I got me a press pass! And, thanks to
either hanging chads or Divine Providence - out of 3,000 accredited
television journalists in Rome, they let me stand on the collonade
during the funeral. I couldn't have asked for a better view. (Even I'm
not that greedy.)
It was awesome to be there watching the sun come up for this historic
day in Church - and world - history.
Well, it wasn't awesome waking up at 4am to be there...but it was worth
it.
The piazza was eerily empty.
And I kept having pictures
taken of myself, to prove I was there...
Before I knew it, the crowds
had arrived - and jammed the piazza.
The dignarities arrived. The
giant bell began to toll. And the Funeral
Mass for John Paul II began. But words can't describe the emotions of
the Mass...
And the crowd chanted one
last time...
John Paul II, we love you.
