AND THE THIRD ANGEL FOLLOWED THEM, SAYING WITH A LOUD VOICE, IF ANY MAN WORSHIP THE BEAST AND HIS IMAGE, AND RECEIVE HIS MARK IN HIS FOREHEAD, OR IN HIS HAND.
*** REVELATION 14:9
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Pope Francis, The People’s Pope
He took the name of a humble saint and then
called for a church of healing. The first non-European pope in 1,200
years is poised to transform a place that measures change by the century
Illustration by Bryan Drury for TIME; Photo reference: Alessandra Tarantino / APOn the edge of Buenos Aires is a nothing little street called Pasaje
C, a shot of dried mud leading into a slum from what passes for a main
road, the garbage-strewn Mariano Acosta. There is a church, the
Immaculate Virgin, toward the end of the pasaje—Spanish for
passage—where, on one occasion, the local priest and a number of
frightened residents took refuge deep in the sanctuary when rival drug
gangs opened fire. Beyond the church, Pasaje C branches into the rest of
the parish: more rutted mud and cracked concrete form Pasajes A to K.
Brick chips from the hasty construction of squatter housing coagulate
along what ought to be sidewalks. The word asesino—murderer—is
scrawled in spray-paint on the sooty wall of a burned-out house, which
was torched just days before in retaliation for yet another shooting.
Packs of dogs sprawl beneath wrecked cars. Children wander heedless of
traffic, because nothing can gather speed on these jagged roads. But
even Pasaje C can lead to Rome.
As Cardinal and Archbishop of Buenos Aires, a metropolis of some
13.5 million souls, Jorge Mario Bergoglio made room in his schedule
every year for a pastoral visit to this place of squalor and sorrow. He
would walk to the subway station nearest to the Metropolitan Cathedral,
whose pillars and dome fit easily into the center of Argentine power.
Traveling alone, he would transfer onto a graffiti-blasted tram to
Mariano Acosta, reaching where the subways do not go. He finished the
journey on foot, moving heavily in his bulky black orthopedic shoes
along Pasaje C. On other days, there were other journeys to barrios
throughout the city—so many in need of so much, but none too poor or too
filthy for a visit from this itinerant prince of the church. Reza por
mí, he asked almost everyone he met. Pray for me. . .
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