One of the things I love so much about Pope Francis is how the insecurities, lack of faith, doubts, fears, lack of trust, misplaced ideologies masquerading as the faith, intellectualized substitutions for true religion, heady and preemptive categorical approaches to life that completely disregard the paramount importance of Divine Mercy (Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand!), etc. all come to the light and are revealed, left and right. And through no other instrumentation than peoples' own, though they make flailing efforts at projecting it onto the Pope through social media. Tremors run through the epicenter and Super Catholics think this must, hence, equate their true center - when the true center lies out in the existential peripheries. :)
It is good because it is healthy for these things to come out and not to grow like mold in the damp darkness (oh, the things that grow in our darkness of which we are unaware!). Very good for these things to be tested and for people to chuck them and know their true nature; to be clearer, more rooted; to know their absolute dependence on Christ.
But also, like with the revelation of sin, it is exposed as so much nothingness. So it is with the blogosphere: its hopped-up super critics who seem to have nothing better to do are really just making their thesis statements in the well-lit room of one idea, over information that has already passed multiple times through the Roman Rumour Mill before arriving through yet several more hands into their mouse-clicking laps.
So much of it is just a bunch of empty, hypocritical humbuggery.
And all you have to do is make a little incision and the whole thing deflates in a burst like that dessicated turkey in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.
It's kind of lame actually.
|A book about Pope Francis. I liked the subtitle.|