Driving down a street near the Vatican about two hours ago, late Monday afternoon, as the shadows had just begun to lengthen, I saw someone I recognized, standing by a light, waiting to walk across the street.
I knew him. We had spoken together on occasion in the past.
“I’ll get out and go up to him,” I said to myself. “Maybe he’ll talk to me.”
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Pray for Holy Mother Church in these fearful times.