This is across the street from where I’m staying, where the student chaplain lives for the Tyburns with whom I’m staying. No, I haven’t taken the veil! The nuns and I go way way back. I’ll be
saying daily Mass for them while I’m here. Their chaplain will be relieved.
This is Ponte Sisto where I was a beggar for a Summer. Lots of interesting instructive outrageous stories there!
Where I was ordained a Deacon: 12 Apostles Church of the OFM.Conv.
Kneeling at the altar rail where I begged for the grace of fidelity moments before the diaconate ordination Mass began. I am still begging in anguish daily. Fidelity! Fidelity! Fidelity!
The altar at the PIB. Great memories here. It is here our Lord had me take on all the academic infidelities regarding Genesis 2:4–3:24.
The Woman of Genesis 3:15.
Great. I survived the comprehensive reshelving of the entire library of the PIB (Pontifical Biblical Institute). Still in the Genesis stacks.
The melancholy view when critiquing revered Hebrews grammars.
So many incredible stories in here!
1000s of times walked. Many thousands.
While Rome burned….
Idiots. Many people came up to me all over Rome trying to convince me about such sentiments.
Ever ancient ever new. Fiery in enthusiasm.
Lots of things happen here!
Where I was standing when St John Paul II died.
About to fall to the pavement…
Tomorrow, I may be up with the Pontifical Family. Yikes!
Time to head up the hill and go to sleep.