"Christopher Stasheff - St Vidicon to the Rescue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher)

"Maybe it's just a connection!" Father Vidicon yanked open the cover. "Only four minutes left."

"Is it the resistor, Father?"

"You mean this piece of slag?"

"тАж the oneness, the unity of the cosmos, has always been recognized by Holy Mother Church," the
Pope was saying. "Christ's parable about the 'lilies of the field' serves as an outstanding example. All that
exists is within God. In fact, the architecture of the medieval churchesтАж"

A picture of the Cathedral of Notre Dame appeared on the screen. The camera zoomed in for a
close-up of the decorative carving тАж

тАж and the screen went blank.

"It died, Father Vidicon," Brother Anson moaned.

"Well, you fight fire with fire." Father Vidicon yanked out the dead resistor. "And this is
perversity!" He seized the lead from the transmitter in his left and the lead to the earth station in his
right.

Around the world, screens glowed back into life.

"тАж and as there is unity in all of Creation," the Pope went on, "so is there unity in all the major
religions. The same cosmic truths can be found in all, and the points on which we agree are more
important than the ones on which we disagreeтАФsaving, of course, the Godhood of Christ, and of the
Holy Spirit. But as long as a Catholic remembers that he is a Catholic, there can certainly be no fault in

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his learning from other faiths, if he uses this as a path toward greater understanding of his own." He
clasped his hands and smiled gently. "May God bless you all."

And his picture faded from the screen, "We're off!" shouted the Monsignor. "That was masterful!"

In the transmitter room, Brother Anson chanted the Dies Irae, tears in his eyes.

The Pope moved out of the television studio, carefully composed over the exhaustion that always
resulted from a television appearance. The Monsignor dashed out of the control room to drop to his
knees and wring the Pope's hand. "Congratulations, Your Holiness! It was magnificent!"

"Thank you, Monsignor," the Pope murmured, "but let's judge it by the results, shall we?"

"Your Holiness!" Another Monsignor came running up. "Madrid just called! The people are piling
into the confessionalsтАФeven the men!"

"Your Holiness!" cried a cardinal. "It's Prague! The faithful are flocking to the cathedral!"

"Your HolinessтАФNew York City! The people are streaming into the churches!"