Nooks and crannies
My hubby keeps me awake at night. Yes, I nestle into his nook, that little place between shoulder and neck, and we discuss those things that mattered during the day. Yesterday, we stayed awake for a good hour after turning the light off, discussing various issues concerning for instance established power connections the church likes to get involved with. Cudos for Pope Francis to stand up tho the Mafia. What a hero. Why does he do that? Putting himself in the firing line? I believe because the church in Italy in particular is sleeping with the enemy, so to speak. Pope Francis, of all people, embodies the message of Christ, loving the unlovable. But compromising the message for comfort, which is accomplished via strategic connections with the powerful, that has never been the idea. In James we read:
“Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in filthy old clothes also comes in. If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, “Here’s a good seat for you,” but say to the poor man, “You stand there” or “Sit on the floor by my feet,” have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?”
Anyone can point fingers at powerless, defeated sinners, those who, out of a difficult situation get an abortion for instance. Excluding divorcees from communion for instance. It is easy to take it up with those weaker than you. But by doing so, one becomes the playground bully. Putting oneself in the firing line by pointing out dangerous liasions between the church and the powerful, that is ballsy! Go, gutsy Francis, for yet again standing up for the truth! I am your fan for sure. And, by how I am japping into the hubs ears about it, he will be one too, soon. I only hope he has no ambitions of becoming the pope one day. That would keep me awake at night, too, but for all the wrong reasons.