Sunrise in Rome today was at 7:07 and sundown is projected to be at 18:51. The Ave Maria is at 19:00. It is the feast of a Roman martyr, St. Candidus who was killed in the time of the Emperor Decius at a place called, delightfully, Ursus Pileatus.
Today is the Feast of St. Thérèse de Lisieux.
I call upon her intercession today in a special way, for myself and for my benefactors.
One of my two 1st class relics of St. Thérèse, to whom I am grateful.
The windows in my place were replaced today with new ones that reduce noise by some 60 db.
Therefore, guess where I spent a lot of the day….
I visited one of the “talking statues”.
You can tell that he saw the consistory list.
On the consistory list, he had nothing to say.
I’ll have a lot more to say about columns, in these electronic columns. This is the one Marcus Aurelius’ son Commodus raised in honor of the victories on the Danube. Sixtus V put St. Paul on this column and St. Peter on the Column of Trajan at the Forum. That was a pretty bold thing to do, since from the time of pagan ancient world, columns with statues were considered pagan idols.
More on columns – fascinating – as the days go by. Stay tuned.
I had not visited San Silvestro for a long time.
In the entrance is the famous inscription by Pope Damasus in that unmistakable script.
I believe this was one of the cars James Bond used during his first mission in Italy.
I thought this a lovely funeral monument. It teaches in stone and word.
Who wants to try the Latin? Right click and open in a new tab for larger.
I stopped at Gammarelli and saw the vestment I had made for a priest of my acquaintance who learned well and implemented in his parish the Vetus Ordo before the pogrom began. A “Filipo Neri” cut. Griffons. It should be spectacular.
On the way home, I noticed that someone had thrown their cigarette butts on the street in complete dereliction against Laudato si! The things you see. The nerve!
Even the rat saw the consistory list.
I cannot believe the rats are so bold. Horrible. Truly the streets of Rome are a microcosm of the Church!
Buona festa!
Maria, a widowed wife, remembering the war, surrounds Nicolaus Modetti, her incomparable husband with tears and a prayer. In the year of the Lord 1872.
This is my attempt:
NICOLAUM MODETTI
VIRUM SUUM INCOMPARABILEM
MARIA BELLI VXSOR
VIDUATA MEMOR
PRECE ET LACRYMIS URGET
ANNO DOMINI MDCCCLXXII
In the year of the Lord 1872, Maria Belli, a wife widowed and mindful, urges her incomparable husband Nicholas Modetti onward with prayer and tears.
prece et lacrymis urget …
we should all be so fortunate.
[AMEN! As a priest without a lot of close family who are Catholic (or who existed in the first place), I ponder this in light of my own mortality. I hope that if I have helped people through this blog or what I have done in parishes, perhaps they will remember to pray for me.]
ah, i hadnt even considered Belli as a surname and not bellum, -i!