How much I love Pope Pius XII. He was pope on the day of my birth and I clearly remember his death in 1958 when I was eleven. I may still have the newspaper clipping I saved at the time somewhere in my piles of papers. He had a great devotion to the Sacred Heart and how much he must have suffered walking in the steps of the Savior during World War II, particularly during the assault on Rome and the Nazi occupation. How hard he fought to protect the Roman Jews and those under Nazi domination from persecution and genocide!
