Father Turiddu: The Savior of the City - Brossura

Who would you turn to if unknown domestic terrorists planned to kill hundreds of innocent people in 5 days? The police? The FBI? Homeland Security? What if no local, state or federal agency was able to identify the terrorists or prevent them from carrying out their deadly threat? "I'm going to call Father T," the police commissioner said to the mayor. "Good idea," the mayor responded. "He has connections in this city that go back before any of us were born. When Father T wants something, he gets it." Who is Father T? And why do they call him "the savior of the city"? Father Turiddu: Savior of the City is the story of Father Salvatore E. Turiddu, an 81 year old Roman Catholic priest, and two of his closest friends who help "save the city" from a serious terrorist threat. How do they do it? By using Father T's connections--his family and friends--in the city and the archdiocese to discover the identity of the terrorists and stop them before they can do any real harm. Father Turiddu is a novel, a fictional story, that celebrates the all too real life and ministry of one of the most unique and beloved priests ever to serve in an American city. The story celebrates values that are timeless--the dignity of all human life, devotion to family, true friendship, genuine love for Christ and his Church, and a pastor's commitment to serve his people above all else. Readers will enjoy Father Turiddu's fictional adventures, but even more they will love the man, the character and the priest who sometimes says outrageous things: "I dare anyone to accuse me of something I didn't do," Father T once said from the pulpit (to the great astonishment of his parishioners who after 30 years of his pastoral ministry weren't easily astonished). "I'm Sicilian you know and there are some things we just can't tolerate. I'll start by breaking their legs and go from there." Father T is a hero to his family, his neighbors, his church and his city. He also a delightful character and a dear friend. But don't cross him. "Didn't Jesus tell us to turn the other cheek?" a parishioner once asked him at a meeting where he was advocating a form of civil disobedience. "I'm not Jesus," the priest answered. I'm Sicilian you know, and we know how to handle our enemies."