Replacing Pope 'great challenge', says Middlesbrough bishop
Pope Francis, the first Latin American leader of the Roman Catholic Church, died on Easter Monday aged 88.Bishop Drainey described the Pope as a "man of integrity, he lived what he said - there was no division". He said his death had left the public with a "great legacy" but also a "great challenge". "How are we going to carry on caring for the poor, caring for the marginalised?" he said. "Recognising that's what the church is about."
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