This is a day that we will never forget. The day our holy father, Pope Abba Shenouda III, has passed on to eternity. We knew this day would come soon, our father was very ill and suffered greatly for a number of years. Let us remember that. That while he suffered through many physical ailments, he still led his flock faithfully. He remained obedient to Christ and never seemed to be troubled, but carried this child like simplicity to the end. Through his sufferings he also dealt with one of the most tense times in the Churches history, and yet remained peaceful, smiling again with that child like simplicity.
I often forget what it means to suffer, our holy father embodied this. Despite everything he was faced with he remained steadfast and endured to the end. I will remember this. As I close my discussions with my close brothers and sisters I end by saying "endure" which they respond "to the end". This truly has taken on a new meaning for me, it is no longer just a word defined by a dictionary, but defined by our holy father, not by words but in his life. He endured to the end. While I weep, I weep because I am selfish. His words were so instrumental in my conversion and so it is difficult for me to think that this man, who has become like my father, is now gone.
Fear not my brothers and sisters, God provided us with a great man, an angel, for a very long time. He has not forgotten us. May the Lord have mercy on all our souls and keep us at peace in this time of mourning. Goodbye Baba, thank you for all you have done for me and for the Church of God. I will miss you.