Little did Karol Wojtyla know on that moonlit night what lay ahead of him: the encyclicals, the meetings with statesmen and governmental leaders, the political and religious controversies.

'Junípero Serra,' by Rose Marie Beebe and Robert M. Senkewicz

Aloysius Gonzaga needs rescuing from the hands of overly pious artists.

(Because, you know, Romero wasn't political.)

I once heard Dorothy say, “When they call you a saint, it means basically that you are not to be taken seriously.”

If for a second Óscar Romero had glanced through the open doors of the chapel, would he have seen the young man taking aim? Would he have been afraid? Would he have been tempted to flee?