Mar 13, 2013
I don’t know anything about the man who used to be Jorge Mario Bergoglio and is now Pope Francis. I don’t know if he’s fit to lead the Church, or if he’s as humble as they say, or if he’s the right man for this particular time in history.
I just know I really like him. Maybe it was because he somehow made me stare for ages, first at a chimney, then at a door, feeling totally thrilled to be doing so. Maybe, after that, I’d feel the same about anybody who walked through that door.
It was the way he addressed the crowd — nothing self-deprecating, nothing self-aggrandizing, just a kind of: “Oh, hello. Kind of funny that we’re all here, isn’t it?”
Maybe it’s this picture of him on the bus:
He just looks so daily.
It’s also the fact that he decided to call himself Francis, after St. Francis of Assisi. It makes me think of the Bishop I met in Peru, on Pentecost Sunday, who I didn’t realize was the Bishop, because he was dressed like nobody in particular, and he kept hugging everyone and laughing.
I dunno, we’ll have to wait and see what he’s like, I guess. They’re gonna dig up whatever they can find on him, naturally, and the more scurrilous the better. ‘S okay; I imagine the poor man has some idea of what he’s in for. So we will have to remember him in our prayers.
Oh, er, this just showed up on my facebook feed. Yes, exactly: this.