Hello, little pigeon. I have nothing to give you today. Nothing. All I had is gone. You see, little pigeon, I gave it all away. I wanted to have nothing. I wanted to be like you. How do you survive, little pigeon? You neither toil nor spin. You eat little scraps? Little leftovers? What we all throw away? Do you mind if I join you? I shall be a little pigeon. I shall neither toil nor spin. I shall ruffle my feathers and coo. Perhaps someone will feed me. I will eat scraps. The little bits. The trash that everyone throws away. It will be a nice little life. Come here, little pigeon. Come here. I want to give you a hug. We are brothers now, you and I. Let us embrace. Come here, little pigeon. Come here. I love you, my little pigeon. I love you so much.
Lord Jesus Christ, Save These Young People!
Lord Jesus Christ! Lord, God, Creator of heaven and earth. You knew us before we were conceived in the womb. You knew us and planned for our lives before all creation. I pray a special blessing over these young people gathered here today, who have come—some maybe not exactly willingly, maybe under a little pressure from their parents, or let's face it, a lot of pressure, God bless their parents, they mean so well, they care about their children, they care so much, just as, Father, you cared to send your one and only Son to the earth, born of Mary, to die for our sins—I pray a special blessing over these young people. I know young people are so close to your heart, Lord God. So close.