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.
|original oil by D Mendoza|