This is the first time in nearly ten years that I’ve written these words – to share the experience of that extraordinary moment, the moment I met Him, Pope Francis.
Back then, I was a volunteer at World Youth Day 2016 in Krakow, Poland. One day, amidst the days of service, I received a message from a priest: “Would you like to represent Asia and receive the missionary flame from the Holy Father at the Closing Ceremony?”
With youthful spirit and a deep desire to serve, I didn’t hesitate for a second: “Yes, I do”
And then, the moment arrived. I was led up to the sanctuary, wearing the Vietnamese traditional áo dài, with millions of eyes watching. Yet strangely, all the noise seemed to fade away. No more crowds, no more cheers. The world around me went still. It was just me – and Him.
The gaze of the Pope met mine – a gaze so incredibly gentle. It wasn’t the authoritative look of a supreme leader of the Church, but one filled with love and extraordinary compassion. That gaze seemed to embrace me, and all the young people of the world. A gaze that was tender, humble, and seemed to be listening to the deepest parts of my heart.
He didn’t say a word. But with that look alone, He spoke to me of so many things – of faith, of hope, of mission, and of a boundless love especially for us, the youth. In that moment when His eyes met mine, I was certain I was seeing the gaze of Jesus.
I received the missionary flame – the flame of faith, of purpose, and of hope. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a miracle I believe I was graced to recieve.
Now, I’m working for an international university. I work with a group of young students. I believe that it was thanks to the flame I received that day that I have become more passionate, more humble, and more compassionate.
Thank you, Lord, for choosing me.
Thank you, Lord, that I said yes that day.
Thank you, Lord, for letting me encounter Him.
Only by grace.
Praying for the soul of our beloved Holy Father, Pope Francis (1936–2025).
