
I will never meet Monsignor William Kerr in person and I am sure my life is the less for it. Kerr died yesterday at age 68. Of late, though, I’ve spent a bit of my time learning about him and I wanted you to know what I found out.
In my job, I scour this hometown of ours for the right people to have transcendent conversation across divides. I ask lots of my “neighbors” who might be just right. I look for unique spirits in a world so much less likely to celebrate what unites us than fight about what divides us.
For our summer program “A Rabbi, A Priest and An Imam” Monsignor Kerr never really had any competition.
Kerr’s professional reputation, to a person I spoke with, was stellar. And everyone stopped to say a kind personal word about him. One source shared that “people just love that man.” The Democrat’s obit mentioned a stealth hospital visit by Nando, Kerr’s German shepherd, arranged by those who most know and love Kerr in his final days.
Not a bad epitaph as vivid evidence of the measure of this man’s humanity.
“Monsignor Kerr traveled all over the globe, touching lives everywhere as he worked to build a more peaceful world,” FSU President T.K. Wetherell said in a statement… “Florida State has lost a good friend, and the world has lost a true visionary. We are extremely saddened by this loss.”
We’ll have to find a way to move on without Bill Kerr in July, as will so many other people who I know really needed him to be there. The world needed a couple more decades of Monsignor Kerr in it, but now we’ll all have to find another way. Perhaps we’re left to multiply Bill Kerr ourselves, to rise just a little higher to his call.
Today I mourn for what we all lost yesterday. Tomorrow I’ll try to pick back up my own little tiny piece of the work to be done. I’ll do it remembering Bill Kerr. And I think maybe I’ll try to live my life well enough that someone will do their best to sneak my dog in at the end.
I’ll call it my Bill Kerr yardstick.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.