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As Romano turned the final corner, he thought he saw a shadowy figure surrounded by swirling fog walking out of his office and down the hall. “You there. Stop!” The figure turned the corner. Romano ran down the hallway to look, but the figure had disappeared. All that remained was the fog and ice cold air, both of which dissipated quickly. Romano’s heart pounded. He crossed himself and said, “The majesty of Christ commands thee…”

Romano entered his office to see what the intruder might have been after. Everything looked as he had left it except that the perpetual adoration schedule was missing — the one that showed which boys were assigned to be in the chapel and at what times. Romano dialed 113 for the Polizia di Stato. He wouldn’t mention the fog and cold air, but one or more of the boys might be at risk.

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Romano decided he’d take a wait-and-see approach. In a few days, Alessandro would probably have another seizure, and Romano would have his answer. In spite of himself, he felt a slight thrill at the possibility that Connor was right. If only Romano could still feel the Holy Spirit the way Connor did. It had been so long. Yet, even Mother Teresa suffered dark, spiritual emptiness, in her case for almost half a century. And, unlike her, Romano was no saint. The knot in his stomach returned, reminding him he had an anguished prayer to finish.

Romano decided he’d take a wait-and-see approach. In a few days, Alessandro would probably have another seizure, and he would have his answer. In spite of himself, he felt a slight thrill at the possibility that Connor was right. If only he could still feel the Holy Spirit the way Connor did. It had been so long. Yet, even Mother Teresa suffered dark, spiritual emptiness, in her case for almost half a century. And, unlike her, Romano was no saint. The knot in his stomach returned, reminding him he had an anguished prayer to finish.

Calabrese was the only priest at Orfanotrofio di San Nicola who never stooped to wearing the simple uniform of the other priests: black shirt, black pants, and a tabbed collar.

Capitalizing pronouns (e.g. he, him, his, you, your, etc.) referring to the Blessed Trinity has not been a widespread practice in Christian tradition. In fact, these pronouns are never capitalized in the source documents. They are not capitalized in the Greek text of the Scriptures. Neither did St. Jerome capitalize them when he translated these texts into Latin Vulgate.

Even as the biblical texts were translated into English, the pronouns remained in the lower case. This is true of both Catholic and Protestant translation of the Bible. The Douay-Rheims Bible did not use them, neither did the King James. Neither do more than 30 current or old translations that I consulted online.

Outside the Scriptures, the English translation of the Catechism of the Council of Trent used lowercase pronouns, as does the current Catechism of the Catholic Church.

Thus we see the use of the lowercase for pronouns referring to the Divine Persons in biblical text.

Some years ago, at least in English-speaking countries, there was a pious practice of using the uppercase for pronouns referring to members of the Trinity. However, this practice was neither widespread nor ancient.

As for God’s name being holy, this is absolutely true. Thus, Father, Son and Holy Spirit are capitalized, as is the name of Jesus. 

But pronouns are not proper names — they are, by definition, words that stand for or point back to proper nouns.

One may well argue that such pronouns should be capitalized, but given the widespread and ancient practice to the contrary, one ought be careful not to impugn motives of impiety for those who do not do so.