Everyone who knows about St. Rita and her devotion to Christ, please ask her to pray for my daughter. Thank you. Mar
From the book of Lenten meditations written by me:
It was raining hard enough that I ran back up the stairs of the apartment to get an umbrella the final morning in Rome. Then I made my way to St. Peter’s that now seemed almost like an old habit. A few nuns, also with umbrellas were in line with me. We made our way into St. Peter’s. First, I made my way to the tomb of St. Gregory Nazianzen and in doing so found one of the kneelers where the conditions for receiving a plenary indulgence were listed–confession was one of the conditions, so I found an confessor who could hear confessions in English and made mine, then went back to the kneeler and said prayers for the intention of the Holy Father. Then I attended a Mass in Italian at the tomb of Blessed John XXIII. Then a visit to the tomb of Pope John Paul II where I prayed the Joyful mysteries of the rosary. Then to the Blessed Sacrament chapel to pray Morning Prayer. Then a rush out of St. Peter’s and back to the apartment. When I got back there, the cab driver was already there (although it was about fifteen minutes before we had told him)…more rush to finish taking trash to a dumpster two blocks away, and then to bring the baggage down and take a final look around. Then through the streets and out of Rome through fogged up windows. That was two weeks ago today, but seems like a distant dream already.
When I took Latin over twenty-five years ago we learned a saying, Roma locuta est, causa finita, “Rome has spoken, the case is finished,” meaning that the Pope had given the final word on some case of speculation. After a novena of full days in Rome it means something else to me now–a witness of history, martyrs, relics, art and a even a baby. Indeed Rome has spoken.