While the world is focused on the conclave in the Vatican in anticipation of the next pope, I thought I would get as much mileage as I could out of my photos from Rome. I have over 1500 photos…………… I can wait out the Cardinals.
This is a shot of the statues atop the colonnade surrounding the piazza in front of St. Peter’s Basilica, Piazza San Pietro.
There are ninety-six statues of saints and martyrs, designed by Bernini, that stand above the colonnade. These statues are, left to right, St. Leo the Great, St. Alexander of Alexandria, and St. Ignatius. They have peered down on the parishioners and pilgrims for over five hundred years.
When my wife and I were in the Vatican, it was late afternoon and the sun was behind the massive structure. I could not get a good photo of the front of the church so I reverted to my old standby of silhouettes…making lemonade when you have lemons…putting on my big boy pants…sucking it up…walking it off…”stop crying Nancy”, sorry just remembering some comforting words from the past when things did not go as planned.
As I have mentioned in previous writings, my wife is of the Catholic faith and I am not. This has led to some interesting conversation over the years, usually ending with me asking too many “why” questions and she questioning my motives and rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath as she leaves the room.
By and large, we have handled this difference in our faiths pretty well over twenty-seven years of marriage. We mainly focus on what we have in common and that is a shared belief that Jesus is Lord and He died for the sins of all mankind and He rose again. However it has led to some moments of entertainment for her before I learned the details of the Catholic Mass, such as the time I decided to take communion for the first time one Sunday morning at a Mass in Dallas. I was unaware of the protocol during this beloved part of the Mass. Evidently you are to respond, “Amen”, when the priest offers, “The body of Christ”. My lovely wife left out this little nugget of information as we were waiting in line to receive communion.
When I approached the priest, he offered me the host and said, “The body of Christ”. I stared at the host, then up at the priest, then back to the host, then back up to the priest wondering why this was taking so long. As my wife turned and walked away, I felt my life-line slowly leaving my desperate clutches. I was like that astronaut who, after deciding to skip the spacewalk class, found himself adrift in space, wondering why he never asked a few more questions.
At this point, I realized that I was to respond. Panic set in for I had NO IDEA what to say. Before I could verbalize something that would make it even more obvious of the “NC” at the altar, (that is” non-catholic” for those of you who don’t have my extensive knowledge of the Catholic faith), the priest had mercy on a troubled soul and handed me the host, probably thinking he was being presented with one who was not in control of all of his faculties.
This led to a rather lengthy discussion between Mr. NC and Mrs. C on the ride home.
If you like this photo, you can see more of my pictures here.