Today your planet’s yellow Sun shall appear from Rome to rise at 6:37 and to set at 17:10. And for the Curia the phantom Ave Maria would sound, if it sounded, at 17:30.
Yesterday brought a friend and I to see the marvelous Matthew paintings by Caravaggio in the French national church.
I think I know which one is Matthew, but it is clear that the call from Christ extends beyond him to all who view the scene.
The Apostle has been dragged from thr altar aand has been stabbed at least once. He reaches for the palm.
In the correspnding chapel there is a photo of Fr Hamel.
Martyrdom is not a thing of the past. It will be a thing in the near future.
I stopped to visit my old bonsai guys in the Via dei Coronari. They’ve changed their shop.
My last Roman errand was to commission tassels for the new black dalmatics which will soon be sent. GREAT shop and a nice guy.
And this morning which still feels like yesterday because it is so very early.
The check in lines were insanely long. I have priority and still it took over half and hour to get a window. I have no idea how long the rest waited. Security was swift.
My final breakfast for the Roman sojourn consumed, I brace for the trip back to MSN.
Yesterday evening for my final Mass in the City, my intention was for benefactors. I said Mass for all of you who contributed to make sure this time in Rome possible. Thank you.
Is it too early to think about May?
And this last view of a Mercedes-Benz sponsored coffee bar is for a friend, recovering from some strange ideas.
I dislike AMS (the airport, that is, not the Archdiocese).
After a boring flight (preferred) and several naps, I had the opportunity once again to be harassed at security stateside. They were very interested this time in my luggage tags. Luggage tags. It was harassment.
The last leg begins.
George Weigel’s new offering (which he signed and gave me in Rome a couple weeks back):
The Irony of Modern Catholic History: How the Church Rediscovered Itself and Challenged the Modern World to Reform