A couple of weeks ago, a memorial Mass for Michael was held here in Birmingham at the Cathedral. The bishop presided and offered a very nice, even charming homily in which he first focused on the Scripture readings of the day, and then turned to Michael, whom he remembered, among other things, as one who continually encouraged him, among other things, to keep his preaching rooted in the Scriptures.
I blogged about that before, and once the archives have moved over here, I will guide you there, if you are interested.
(Update: It’s this post.)
The Responsorial Psalm at the Mass was Psalm 23.
The Lord is my Shepherd. There is nothing I shall want.
As I sat there listening and attempting to join my weak, unenthusiastic voice to the others, a question came to me.
There is nothing I shall want.
Really? I thought. Do I really believe that right now?