The night Pope Francis was elected, I was standing in St. Peter’s square, holding an umbrella against the rain and gazing at the little chimney on the Vatican roof. It was a chimney you would expect to find on a diner or a woodsman’s shack — a simple metal tube hardly visible in the shadow of the dome — and yet it was the most interesting object in the square that night.
|Br. Joseph Powell, OFM|
from every corner of the globe, all participating in this colorful pageant which is a papal election, all of us spectators of a historical moment. It was just a little nerve-wracking to watch those balcony doors, knowing they could open at any moment, and the doors staring back at you, immobile as any Swiss guard.