
A Letter
If God wills it, let San Lorenzo have a good preseason.
There was a quiet knock on the door. I glanced over at the tall, oak doors, and answered quietly, "Come in, come in." My personal assistant, Leonardo, entered the room. He was a good man, and a good Christian.
"I have a letter for you, your Holiness. It's from Matias Lammens." I only receive letters, email is far too complex for our image as an elder state of the Church.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Matias was the owner of San Lorenzo, my favorite football club on Earth. I wondered what he possibly wished to speak to me about so close to the start of the preseason.
"Well, let me see it then, Leo." He smiled, slightly flustered, and walked over to me and handed me a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it, and began to read.

Thank you for allowing me to contact you today. We have a dilemma at San Lorenzo. Our manager, Juan Antonio Pizzi, has had serious disagreements with the club due to our poor financial situation. He has turned his back on us and has left the club. We are 4 days away from the start of friendlies, and we need a manager.
I know this may sound ridiculous, but we want you to step in as manager. You are our greatest supporter, and your presence will urge the players to new heights. If God wills it, please accept and write us back.
Your friend,
Matias Lammens
I began to laugh. Could it be that San Lorenzo really wanted me as manager? The Pope as manager of a football club? I could feel the idea sink into my mind.
"Are you going to take it?"
The question brought me back to reality. Would I take it? What of my pledge to God, to serve as the leader of the Church, as the Bishop of Rome?
"I must pray, Leonardo. Leave me, I will save my decision until after I have God's consent."
