It was a little past 8:00 am. I had celebrated Mass, said morning prayer, had a small breakfast and was just about ready to open the first box. My cell phone rang. It was my sister.
“Have You unpacked your Television?”
“Well, unpack it and turn it on, I will wait.”
It took a few minutes, and a few technical details, but I got the small TV unpacked and, and placed on a bookcase, and turned it on and set it to the same network my sister was watching.
I told her of what was going on in Chicago, how the high buildings in in the City were being evacuated.
Alone in my new home, I watched the coverage for the next several hours. Close to noon I turned the TV off and headed over to The CTU where I was to meet the other two CPPS members for lunch.
They had not heard of what was going on in New York. And they did not believe me when I told them. When we got to the Restaurant where everyone was watching and everyone was talking about it, then they believed me.
For the next several days I was glued to the television, slowly unpacking boxes, and contemplating what it meant to form priests for a new world.