Confession: I have not been the president of every Pope's fan club. Some suited me better than others. But this guy really got to me.
Although women still can't be priests or deacons, and many parishes don't feel welcoming to my LGBQT friends, Pope Francis loved everybody. I love how humbly he lived. I love how he enjoyed humor, how he made surprise phone calls to everyday people, how he knew joy because of his rock solid faith in Jesus. He was a living testimony to the mercy and welcoming love of Christ.
This picture appeared in my e-mail today and I think it captures his childlike wonder at the world, in spite of his advanced age. He always looked for the beautiful and he found it.
At a time when Mother Earth is in the battle of her life she has just lost a champion. Francis was well aware of climate change and tried his best to make the powers that be understand their obligation to work on it. At a time when hope is hard to find my heart is heavy at the loss of this amazing anchor to sanity.
I wish he had been able to move the Church further along, but he took risks and shook up the Old Guard. At least he introduced the conversations which may lead to progress down the road.
i don't really feel like writing. I feel like crying. I feel as though I've lost someone more precious to me than I'd realized. Eighty-eight years is a pretty good run, and his health was certainly failing. He isn't suffering anymore, and he's arrived at the destination he spent his whole life aiming for. I should be happy for him, and I am in a way. Mostly, though, this just hurts.
We don't have to ask him to pray for us. He's not the type to forget us.
Although women still can't be priests or deacons, and many parishes don't feel welcoming to my LGBQT friends, Pope Francis loved everybody. I love how humbly he lived. I love how he enjoyed humor, how he made surprise phone calls to everyday people, how he knew joy because of his rock solid faith in Jesus. He was a living testimony to the mercy and welcoming love of Christ.
This picture appeared in my e-mail today and I think it captures his childlike wonder at the world, in spite of his advanced age. He always looked for the beautiful and he found it.
At a time when Mother Earth is in the battle of her life she has just lost a champion. Francis was well aware of climate change and tried his best to make the powers that be understand their obligation to work on it. At a time when hope is hard to find my heart is heavy at the loss of this amazing anchor to sanity.
I wish he had been able to move the Church further along, but he took risks and shook up the Old Guard. At least he introduced the conversations which may lead to progress down the road.
i don't really feel like writing. I feel like crying. I feel as though I've lost someone more precious to me than I'd realized. Eighty-eight years is a pretty good run, and his health was certainly failing. He isn't suffering anymore, and he's arrived at the destination he spent his whole life aiming for. I should be happy for him, and I am in a way. Mostly, though, this just hurts.
We don't have to ask him to pray for us. He's not the type to forget us.
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