By Fr. Jonathan Morris Published September 14, 2014 He was so right, and I wish I could go back in time to tell him how wrong I was. It was a bitter cold night in Harlem when I met this gentleman, a man whose name I am embarrassed to say I don't remember. Coming up from the subway that evening, I was in no mood for conversation. It couldn't have been past 5pm but already it was mostly dark, one of those short days of the year that feel so very long. The world is a very messy place right now. But the great news is that amidst this chaos, no matter who we are or what people are doing around us, sacred moments still happen. The day at the office had been mostly disappointing. I wanted to get home, slump into the armchair, and zone out on ESPN. But I couldn't avoid him. "Father, I need to talk to you", he forcefully blurted out, in Spanish, just loud enough and in the perfect tone to make sure everyone around us knew I hea...