like Pope John Paul , he may not be in office for the normal term ... .
With a silent prayer to God , the c ardinal viewed the successful transfer of another $300,000,000 into the Vatican purse. The day was beginning well. Sipping a tall glass of red wine , harvested from his own vineyards, the man felt warm and satisfied. Placing the slim wineglass on the side table , the man began typing again — play ing the keys with the confidence of a skilled organist.
The c ardinal tended to the dollars like a shepherd to sheep, gathering the flock into its pen while making sure that no wolves were sneaking around . Pleased with his success, t he c ardinal surveyed the latest figures in the spreadsheet.
The weak - coloured tiled floor was cold to the touch o f his toes as he readjusted his sitting position. The day beg a n to heat up slowly as he studied the electronic marketplace. Where ... where is it? the cardinal wondered. Si, there! It was not the largest company he had acquired but one that was very healthy. Biotechnology! That was always a sound financial investment . The cardinal had e arn ed early recognition by the Vatican when he ’d demonstrated his skill in the acquisition of all types of companies . H e was certainly destined for greatness.
Under divine instruction , the cardinal was able to buy stocks and shares to fund projects that helped to build the Catholic faith throughout the world and especially in those darkest , uncivilized places. Indeed , the cardinal’s was a true and holy mission! If the church had a solid financial base , then the faith of the masses would follow. G overnments would bend their knees for the short and immediate financial reprieve the Vatican could offer and would in exchange allow God’s missions in their countries.
Giovanni Dalla Gassa had been in the service of the Lord all his life and, by the grace of God, he was fifty eight years old and had known several Holy See s. Like many entrepreneurs , the man had lowly beginnings —he’d work ed up through his community church from a simple choir boy to a priest , ascend ed the steps to the Holy Order and then became a c ardinal. The rest of the story was well known. He ’d learned his financial wizardry on his consecrated ascension to the Vatican City as he work ed through all the hours God blessed him with. Cardinal Giovanni Dalla Gassa was now the “Secretary of State” to Pope Benedict. Not only was he much respected and trusted at the highest levels , his reputation of generosity made him much beloved by the greater Italian community . Many paid him homage and pleaded if not prayed for his sacrament, his sanctifying financial grace ... .
After checking the morning financials, H is G race drove himself into the Vatican City in his dark green Mercedes Benz cabriole. Today’s mission was not in the civil administration building , where most of his corporate offices were located. This morning , he would conduct his religious duties inside the St Peter’s Basilica.
All things in his grand office were unique and priceless — in stark disparity of the man who had previously occupied this holy office. There were many priceless works of art, including Madonna in Glory, Tempera on Panel, and The Holy Trinity , which had been acquired f r om the Galleries. Magnificent and breathtaking would not fittingly describe this man’s shrine to the Holy Conclave! The rich colours of each painting jumped with life with flickers of the moody lamp s that highlight ed them . Sitting at his polished marble desk , the c ardinal scratch ed quickly a scripture with his long - quilled pen.
A portrait of his Holiness Alberto Luciani, Pope John Paul (I) , adorned with red and gold robe s and holding a golden , jewelled crucifix with his right hand, hung above the entrance doorway . The portrait was twenty-five feet tall and ten feet wide and topped with a shining silver crucifix—it dominated the majority of the
With a silent prayer to God , the c ardinal viewed the successful transfer of another $300,000,000 into the Vatican purse. The day was beginning well. Sipping a tall glass of red wine , harvested from his own vineyards, the man felt warm and satisfied. Placing the slim wineglass on the side table , the man began typing again — play ing the keys with the confidence of a skilled organist.
The c ardinal tended to the dollars like a shepherd to sheep, gathering the flock into its pen while making sure that no wolves were sneaking around . Pleased with his success, t he c ardinal surveyed the latest figures in the spreadsheet.
The weak - coloured tiled floor was cold to the touch o f his toes as he readjusted his sitting position. The day beg a n to heat up slowly as he studied the electronic marketplace. Where ... where is it? the cardinal wondered. Si, there! It was not the largest company he had acquired but one that was very healthy. Biotechnology! That was always a sound financial investment . The cardinal had e arn ed early recognition by the Vatican when he ’d demonstrated his skill in the acquisition of all types of companies . H e was certainly destined for greatness.
Under divine instruction , the cardinal was able to buy stocks and shares to fund projects that helped to build the Catholic faith throughout the world and especially in those darkest , uncivilized places. Indeed , the cardinal’s was a true and holy mission! If the church had a solid financial base , then the faith of the masses would follow. G overnments would bend their knees for the short and immediate financial reprieve the Vatican could offer and would in exchange allow God’s missions in their countries.
Giovanni Dalla Gassa had been in the service of the Lord all his life and, by the grace of God, he was fifty eight years old and had known several Holy See s. Like many entrepreneurs , the man had lowly beginnings —he’d work ed up through his community church from a simple choir boy to a priest , ascend ed the steps to the Holy Order and then became a c ardinal. The rest of the story was well known. He ’d learned his financial wizardry on his consecrated ascension to the Vatican City as he work ed through all the hours God blessed him with. Cardinal Giovanni Dalla Gassa was now the “Secretary of State” to Pope Benedict. Not only was he much respected and trusted at the highest levels , his reputation of generosity made him much beloved by the greater Italian community . Many paid him homage and pleaded if not prayed for his sacrament, his sanctifying financial grace ... .
After checking the morning financials, H is G race drove himself into the Vatican City in his dark green Mercedes Benz cabriole. Today’s mission was not in the civil administration building , where most of his corporate offices were located. This morning , he would conduct his religious duties inside the St Peter’s Basilica.
All things in his grand office were unique and priceless — in stark disparity of the man who had previously occupied this holy office. There were many priceless works of art, including Madonna in Glory, Tempera on Panel, and The Holy Trinity , which had been acquired f r om the Galleries. Magnificent and breathtaking would not fittingly describe this man’s shrine to the Holy Conclave! The rich colours of each painting jumped with life with flickers of the moody lamp s that highlight ed them . Sitting at his polished marble desk , the c ardinal scratch ed quickly a scripture with his long - quilled pen.
A portrait of his Holiness Alberto Luciani, Pope John Paul (I) , adorned with red and gold robe s and holding a golden , jewelled crucifix with his right hand, hung above the entrance doorway . The portrait was twenty-five feet tall and ten feet wide and topped with a shining silver crucifix—it dominated the majority of the
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