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A journey to the center of my soul

His photo hung on the brick wall above the front door of St. Patrick’s Grade School. Sporting a red beanie, resting on what seemed to be a disproportionately small head, with a serious, reflective expression. It was easy to brush by his glare. Typically we exchanged glances while I was on my way to recess and had other priorities -- like pulling Mary Lou Marmie’s pony tails, for instance. Still, that photo of Pope Paul IV became a part of my consciousness. He was, afterall, the direct successor of St. Peter, the rock on whom Jesus built “the church ...

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