Six years earlier, on the night he died, I was on my knees outside a Roman Catholic Church--all alone. People were inside the church praying before the Blessed Sacrament.
I heard over the loudspeaker in several different languages that the Pope died.
I knelt there, an excommunicated priest, and asked him to intercede for me, my wife, and my son.
Oh, and by the way the church was St. James in Medjugorje.
Totus Tuus
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| original oil by D Mendoza |
