Pope Francis has been more than surprising has he not? Some of his breaking out to his people hasn’t been my cup of tea. I’m not sure why - everyone else loves it - but there is fresh hope that he at least shares Benedict’s vision of the Church post Vatican II. This has been a welcome development after a honeymoon period where I didn’t know who to believe about what he was and was not saying. At least behind the universally popular public image.
I think it is fair to say the end result of the confusion was that I lost interest in which way he faced, or who was in and who was out of his favour. It was possibly in part because of a concern about what I was hearing that I retreated into a period of disinterest, but looking back, if I analyse it more deeply, it was that I couldn’t make up my mind anymore.
So after a sniff of freshening air I’m creeping back out from under the duvet expectantly with little in-depth knowledge of what has really been going on.
That doesn’t bother me any more. What does is living the best life I can. I’m not sure where that Grace came from. Maybe from my increased devotion to our Lady? Or my renewed passion for Scripture perhaps? Possibly the disappointment and emptiness of so many falls finally created a lasting aversion to my frequent self-indulgence? The burden of poor witness? Most likely my repeated prayers for this grace or perhaps an intercession I am unaware of? I don’t know exactly if any of these or if a combination of them all, but I have a firmer purpose of amendment in any case. For that I am grateful for a blessing received.
Deo Gratias! Long may it continue!
You know what? I think it was the Year of Faith!
God Bless Pope Francis!