My Fr. Jerzy

It must have been at the beginning of martial law, because soon the previously unknown priest turned out to be Fr. Popiełuszko, whose sermons I would listen to during Holy Mass for the Fatherland, celebrated by him on the last Sunday of every month from February 1982 onwards. The course of these Eucharists surprised me, because I was not used to such an active, spontaneous response to the words of the preacher, it making it difficult for me to concentrate. Quite quickly, however, I opened up to the community experience of the Eucharist, which was undoubtedly a source of courage and hope in that difficult period.