For the two of you who were worried, I’m still here, just temporarily slowed by studying, final exams, and a retreat at an Austrian Cistercian monastery. I’m supposed to be over here studying, remember? This post, however, is not about me. Rather, there have been some questions, some serious and some not-so-serious, regarding one of my “neighbors” who goes by Pope Francis and what exactly is “going on over there.” Continue reading “What is He Doing?”
It was bound to happen. Pope Francis is the first Pope from the “new world” and he’s Hispanic even if his ancestry is Italian. He’s “American” as understood by everyone south of the southern border of the United States. Thus, when that Feast of our Lady of Guadalupe, which is properly “American”, came up on the calendar, Pope Francis decided to bump the Feast up to a Solemnity, celebrate Mass in Spanish, and invite (more or less) all of the Western Hemisphere to St. Peter’s.
Don the cassock and grab the ticket. Take the 35-minute walk in the cool of the morning through the peaceful streets of Rome. After passing through security, receive the good-morning salute from the Swiss guards, and head in the back door of St. Peter’s Basilica. From there, it’s an empty basilica with Morning Prayer said quietly before the tomb of St. John Paul II with only a few priests around. Continue reading “Give thanks to the Lord for He is good!”