Well, it finally happened. Apparently I've achieved a new level of notoriety... Urban Legend. It was told to me today that 'someone's son told their son...(removed by at least 3 degrees of relation)...that the man that lives in the big house across from the pond... 'use to be a priest, but now he is an atheist and hates all catholics' 'he lives alone all by himself in the big house across the pond' Wow.
Having landed only a couple of hours earlier, I meandered through Rome and came upon a large fortress. It was the wall of Vatican City. I made my along the wall and followed in at the tail end of some tour group. I then made my way through the columns and stood in the faint drizzle of rain... There I stood...embraced by an edifice of Faith and Tradition. I felt my heart. I was lonely... maybe even a little 'lost' Sure my journey of faith had me come home...the 'Lost Shepherd' after a few years had returned...somewhere in this place was my story... But the overwhelming feeling that I had was that I simply missed my wife and son...and didn't belong here without them. For a while I just walked in the midst of the thousands of people. Finally I sat on a step and uttered a familiar prayer that first came to my lips back in 2005 outside St. James in Medujgorje asking for Pope John Paul's intercession, "pray for me....pray for my wife....pray for ou