Margaret, what a heartfelt sharing! We also experienced his special blessing when we told him about our adopted grandson Caleb from Ethiopia. He kept asking us to say his name again, which we southerners pronounce as Kay lub. He asked us to spell it and as we did, his eyes brightened and he said “ Ah, Ca’ Lib” (Cah’lib), and told us that Caleb was one of the first disciples. So we share your delight in that memory of the connection of importance of one’s name. He was a special presence and so revered and loved by his congregation. Journey On, Father Michael!
~~ Linda Cock
What a towering presence of Mystery and Humility sent to grace our community for lo so many years! I remember the fragrance of incense wafting out of his 8th-floor apartment on the North Side on a ritualistic basis and the Sunday morning our family visited his large congregation on the South Side I believe when son Adam was a toddler. He shared tender encounters with our children, didn’t he? I remember being sprinkled with water by Fr. Michael at the end of the service which was followed by a grand feast!
From his attentive gaze into your eyes and his soft-mannered conversations he doubtless leaves cherished moments of Spirit-Priest leaving a lasting imprint on the lives and hearts of our Beloved Community. In Gratitude for Cherished Moments,
~~. Dawn Collins
Yes, always seemed a holy man, and so kind. I also have memories of him walking the hall, behind a little one, hands out and down ready to catch a fall. I also remember Fr. Michael on elevator duty.
~~ Jim Wiegel
Thank you so much Margaret for sharing your story about Fr. Michael. When Addi and I arrived in Chicago, we immediately made deep connection with Fr. Michael. I wondered if it was Addi and his shared experience as political prisoners that drew them close together. Fr Michael was always a great soul to visit every time we had a chance.
~~ Elsa Batica