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How blessed I was to be in Rome on May 8, 2025—a day I will hold in my heart forever. When I woke, I looked out the window at the moon over Rome. I just knew that this was the day the world would have a new Pope. That feeling grew more intense until at 5:15 p.m., and still at the UISG Conference, I urged my two traveling companions, Sisters Theresa and Linda, “I think we should go now,” and they concurred. We were getting into an Uber when some Oblates came running out yelling: “White smoke.” We were on our way—along with the whole city—headed for the Vatican. There was such excitement about the possibility that we could actually be there when the Pope would be announced.

Standing in the Vatican Square with over 150,000 people of God waiting for history to be made was surreal. I was actually there. It was electrifying. 

The smiles, dialogue, kindnesses, and hope of so many strangers—yet so unified in the anticipation of a new Pope—are a treasured memory I will always hold. A tall young man standing in front of me even invited me to lean my arm on his shoulder in an attempt to capture a photo as the curtains opened.

While standing with the crowd, an Italian informed us that all cellphones were jammed for security. Just then my brother, Wayne, who lives in West Allis, WI, sent a text that I read aloud: “American, Robert Prevost, From Chicago, Pope Leo XIV, Missionary Priest.” I then said: “An American. That’s impossible. I don’t know if it’s true. My brother is a jokester at times. Maybe this is a joke.” But it wasn’t! Then out came Pope Leo XIV. 

My feelings flooded in immense joy and gratitude. It was unbelievable—and an American Pope. The people were speaking in many languages, but I understood: “Papa.” 

How blessed we are at this time in history to have a Pope who is a missionary and a consecrated religious committed to fostering love, care, and the dignity of all people. 

This article appears in the May Issue of Reflections and Connections

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