05/23/2026
Today marks the 20th anniversary of the passing of Fr. Jim McKenna, my sponsor, my friend, and one of the people God placed in my life to help save it.
Fr. Jim was instrumental in getting me sober. He did not preach from a distance. He stood with people in the pain, in the fear, in the shame, and in the beginning again. He knew the road because he had walked it "The Record" remembered how Fr. Jim began a Mass with the simple, powerful words: “My name is Jim, and I’m an alcoholic.” That honesty was his ministry. That humility opened doors. The article described how he served as a chaplain, helped so many people struggling with alcoholism, and made the Recovery Mass a place where people could bring their whole selves — broken, hopeful, searching, sober, newly sober, or just trying to make it through one more day.
He helped so many. And I am one of them.
Although Fr. Jim has been gone for 20 years, I still feel his presence with me. I feel it in the way I try to live my life one day at a time. I hear his encouraging words when I need to pause, breathe, and simply do the next right thing. His legacy is not only in the memories we carry, but in the lives that continued because he cared enough to show up.
The Third Saturday Recovery Mass continues to be one of those peaceful places where I can reconnect with my Higher Power, quiet the noise, and remember that recovery is grace in motion.
Thank you, Fr. Jim, for helping me find the path.
Thank you for reminding us that hope is real.
And thank you for still walking with us, one day at a time. 🙏