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Eugenic Pacelli, Pius XII, Bishop of Rome and Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of St. Peter, Prince of the Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Patriarch of the West, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of the City of the Vatican, rises punctually at 6:30 every morning. He throws open the window of his bedroom (on the third floor of the Vatican Palace) looking out on St. Peter's Square, and with hands crossed, prays. His is a busy day, so this first prayer is brief. He turns back...
During the early years of his pontificate, Pius XII spent as much time as he could in the Public audiences. He would wave his entourage aside, and let the people throng around him. Once he lost his ring in the crush. Another time, a woman begged him to hear her confession then & there. (The Pope did, in a secluded corner of the room.) But the strain of the war years has told on him. He finds these long public audiences tiring, especially notices the fatigue after hours of gently helping to lift visitors from their knees...
Last week Don Mauro was back in Europe after six months in the U.S., setting afoot a campaign to restore Monte Cassino. Fortnight ago, on the 1,400th anniversary of Saint Benedict's death, Pope Pius XII issued an encyclical commending the study of the saint's life and work, and pleading for the restoration of the abbey. Saint Benedict, the Pope said, had kept alive the flame of religion and culture as "a star in the darkness of night...
...this perennial question, all churchmen and some saints have answered with a firm No. Last fortnight, in his latest encyclical (see EDUCATION), Pope Pius XII pointed to that great prescriber of physical labor, St. Benedict...
...There are men, and Monsignor Sheen is one of them, who believe in the infallibility of an Italian gentleman called Pius XII. They believe in a place of torment for their opponents, the unbelievers . . . and they call it hell...