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God Incarnate to His disciples:



Go ye into the whole world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized, shall be saved: but he that believeth not shall be condemned.”
      
Pope Francis to the Asian bishops:



And so, with my identity and my empathy, my openness, I walk with the other. I don’t try to make him come over to me, I don’t proselytize.”




In departing for Seoul, Pope Francis flew in a personal helicopter to a chartered jet embossed with a Vatican logo for the trip. During the flight an Alitalia crew provided first-class treatment to the Pope, who occupied “the first seat in business class with no one next to him,” and his large entourage. The service included a four-course Italian dinner: sparkling wine and salsiccie (diced sausage and olives), fresh cannelloni with ricotta cheese, rocket salad, Italian prosciutto ham and cantaloupe, and “a hearty beef stew.”  On arrival, the Pope walked down a long, red-carpeted airstair, and then a red carpet that appeared to be at least 200-feet-long, at the end of which he was greeted by leading South Korean dignitaries.

As the whole world now knows, Robin Williams is dead. The comic actor allegedly took his own life after years of suffering from substance abuse and depression. The Vatican newspaper, L'Osservatore Romano, published a brief Aug. 12 article on the death of Robin Williams, calling the comedian/actor an “unforgettable clown with a heart of gold.” (I assume that was intended as a compliment)

I’ve never been a fan of the late Robin Williams. If I wanted Jonathan Winters I’d watch Jonathan Winters. That is not his fault, of course-- I just never got his humor. In fact, I remember feeling sorry for him the few times I saw him interviewed on TV. To me he seemed paralyzingly insecure, as though he suffered from some debilitating need to be accepted at every moment because he lived in constant fear that, for him, acceptance was always temporary. The incessant conversational jokes, harmless little cries for help, always to be met with howls of laughter, made me feel sad for him. Maybe that’s what depression looks like. I don’t know. Poor man!
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