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In Rome, on business ...

The Synod is ending here in Rome. Spoke to some African synod fathers today. Atmosphere upbeat, I feel; but that may be because it has stopped raining and the bishops are tired and just want to go to home.

Popped into the Libreria Editrice Vaticana today. I see that the Pontifical Council for the Family brought out a whole list of very large books on the family, in Italian, in time for the synod. You can't get them in English. They include a 3546-page Enchiridion of magisterial teaching on family and life issues from 1439 to the Present Day.…/enchiridion-della-…

Which explains why the Italian bishops have been so incredibly well-informed during the Synod (it came out on the first day and I guess they have been able to skim through it during coffee breaks). It's all good stuff; good of the Pontifical Council for the Family to do all that work. One wonders how many copies have sold though ...

Romans 1:26-32 anyone? Come to mind especially as the Cardinal from Mumbai made a very surprising intervention about the perceived need to adopt a less negative language about homosexuality...Very stern penalties are envisaged by St Paul for those who promote immorality... I wonder if the German bishops have been reading St Paul's Epistle to the Romans. It was (for other reasons) Luther's favourite ...

Glad I am not a theologian.


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