Then Pope Francis arrived on the scene and was all like 'hey, how are ya?'
Secretly though, I almost felt as if we were all betraying Pope Benedict and the leadership that he took in our Church. I heard so many negative comments and media slanders indicating that Pope Emeritus was anything but what a Pope might have been.
And then we all hopped on the Pope Francis wagon (as well we should) and oohed and aahed as we gazed. Again, as we should, because the man is clearly an outstanding role model and the perfect person to clearly lead our Church at this time.
Something in me longed for something and I felt restless.
And then I saw this on Saturday:
They finally met! Now is that not the cutest.picture.ever? I smiled when I saw it and then smiled some more. I finally felt at peace and a little less like I was betraying and a little more like I was still honoring.
They prayed together and then spent some time chatting. You know, like buddies do.
Oh to be a fly on that wall. (I'm nosey like that, you know.) Or maybe the cook who served them some tea or something.
Now we are in the climactic point of the church year this week, so I can rest at ease as we fully engage in the sacredness. I'll keep praying for both of these humble and faithful men and remain thankful that both of them so graciously accepted their role to lead our Church.