Rome, Mar. 5, 2008 (CWNews.com) - Rada Khrushchev, the daughter of the late Soviet dictator Nikita Khrushchev, will visit the Vatican to commemorate the 1963 ceremony in which Pope John XXIII was presented the Balzan Peace Prize.

The Balzan prizes were established by an Italian donor, as a counterpart to the Nobel prizes. In 1963 the international peace prize was awarded to Pope John XXIII-- a decision that had the approval of the Soviet leadership.

The Balzan peace prize was not awarded again until 1978, when it was bestowed on Mother Teresa of Calcutta. The award has subsequently been given Abbé Pierre (1991) and the St. Egidio community (2004); as well as the UN High Commissioner for Refugees (1986), the International Red Cross (1996), and Pakistani activist Abdul Sattar Edhri (2000).

Rada Khrushchev was present in Rome for the presentation of the first Barzan peace prize to Blessed John XXIII. She made the trip in the company of her husband, Aleksei Adzhubei, who at that time was head of the Izvestia news service.


Teachings of Christ

“Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.” (Luke 5:31-32 ESV)

Lenten Prayer of St. Ephrem

O Lord and Master of my life, drive away from me the spirit of despondency, carelessness, love of power, and idle chatter. (Prostration)

Rather grant to me, Your servant, the spirit of wholeness of being, humility, patience, and love. (Prostration)

Yes, O Lord and King, grant that I may see my own faults and not condemn my brother; for You are blessed to the ages of ages. Amen. (Prostration)

Random Proverb

"My son, keep my words and treasure up my commandments with you; keep my commandments and live." (Proverbs 7:1,2 ESV)

Pray Without Ceasing

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

Wisdom from the Church Fathers

We see the water of a river flowing uninterruptedly and passing away, and all that floats on its surface, rubbish or beams of trees, all pass by. Christian! So does our life. . . I was an infant, and that time has gone. I was an adolescent, and that too has passed. I was a young man, and that too is far behind me. The strong and mature man that I was is no more. My hair turns white, I succumb to age, but that too passes; I approach the end and will go the way of all flesh. I was born in order to die. I die that I may live. Remember me, O Lord, in Thy Kingdom!

St. Tikhon of Voronezh