This afternoon I arrived in Rome for four days – taking advantage of the half term break and a last breath before throwing myself into my dissertation for the MA. It’s a beautiful time of year to be here. The weather is tremendous and it was good to walk up to the top of the Spanish Steps this evening to catch the sun going down over the Eternal City.

After supper with a good friend, we set off for a little wander up and over the hill and back down to the Greg, near to where he currently lives. From the top of the hill we could see the lights on in the Apostolic Palace – though is the Pope still in Milan? – and it was a good opportunity to stop and offer a little prayer for the Holy Father.

The current situation with the Curia is sad. Disloyalty is such an ugly thing, and the Holy Father is clearly hurt by the actions of a few. He said this, off the cuff, after lunch in Milan yesterday:

“If from time to time we may think that the Ship of Peter is at the mercy of ruthless adversaries, it is also true that we see that the Lord is present, He is alive, He truly rose again and holds the government of the world and the heart of mankind in His hand. This experience of the living Church, which lives from the love of God, which lives for the risen Christ has been, let us say, the gift of these days. Thus let us give thanks to the Lord”.

Whilst I’m here I will be offering Mass for the Holy Father’s intention in St Peter’s. Perhaps readers might unite themselves to that intention.