I ponder how my angular friend, Don Giovanni, would declare his spirituality at St Peters. It is necessary to declare that to earn the testimonium. After all, The Don is the epitomy of pragmatism. A fact is a fact is a fact. Strange. In his youth he was a guerilla Christia , punting religious tracts in the rough docklands of Melbourne. Often chased by irate Baptists and heated Calabrians, he learned to hurdle fences. This athleticism stood him in good stead as he became one of the foremost high jumpers in the Antipodes. He has legs right up to his neck. He is quizzical about La Via Francigena. He may find the crossroads to God at Aquapendente.
Deus Nobiscum in Via
many a bluesmaster has made deal at the crossroads.
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