Remembering Pope Francis: A Personal Encounter

Mary Ann’s Papal Mass pass.

As we mourn the passing of the Holy Father, one parishioner reflects on a moving encounter during the World Meeting of Families in Philadelphia in September 2015.

I was thrilled when my brother, who lived in Philadelphia, gave me two tickets to the Papal Mass. Surprisingly, many people declined the extra ticket, worried about the crowds. The city was packed yet incredibly joyful.

Walking from the train station to the Art Museum, where the Mass was held, felt surreal. There were no cars, no horns, just thousands moving together peacefully. It felt like we were part of a harmonious community heading to a rock concert.

I was eager to get to the museum area because my ticket granted me access to the gated seating section. Even there, it was standing-room only! I found a spot near the aisle, which gave me a clear view as Pope Francis processed in. Seeing him up close and feeling his warm, loving smile that radiated joy is something I’ll never forget. His joy and deep love for Jesus felt personal. While I’m grateful to have seen Saint Pope John Paul II in 1979, this moment felt especially intimate and left an indelible mark on my heart.

As I waited for Mass to begin, I spoke with a young woman recently diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. I shared that my daughter, Faith, had been diagnosed at the same age and was doing well. The woman teared up and said, “God sent you here to talk with me today.” That brief exchange gave her renewed hope.

Whenever I hear Pope Francis’s name, I smile—grateful for the joy he brought to the world. His presence, smile, and words continue to inspire, reminding me of the enduring power of Faith and love.

Mary Ann Clayton is a member of our Hospitality and Parish Nursing ministries, and co-leader of her Faith Sharing Group..