Thank God: The Pope is Humble and 13 is NOT an Unlucky Number!
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“For whosoever exalted himself shall be abased: and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.”
St. Luke Ch. 14, V. 11
—If there is such a thing as lucky numbers.
I was in the doctor’s office today…and I was thinking about the date: 3-13-13. Not usually suspicious, I remembered my mother had her massive stroke on Friday the 13th.
“Oh…”I said to the nurse.. as I noticed the date. “It’s not Friday, hopefully that’s good news.”
I was there to get the results of my brain MRI.
Sitting in the office trying not to think about the news I might get, and trying to brace myself for bad news, I was watching the crowds of Catholics in Rome. They were all standing in the rain, in the cold…waiting…hoping for a new pope soon….
Hope. God, we need hope more than anything nowadays don’t we?
As I sat looking at the doctor he said: “Your scan is normal.”
Did I cry? You bet I did. Strokes run in the family, all the way back to JQA collapsing on the floor of the house. I know the damage that is done with a stroke. Odds are, I will die of one…but not today.
Today was a good day. And the 13th even…how bout that?
After I got home, I was anxious to see the new Pope, and I must say, at the very sight of him, I cried again. I’m sure some of it was stress from the last month and the day, but I could just see by looking at his face: This WAS a man of God. This man, wasn’t going to get caught up in the power of the position. In fact, I don’t ever think I have ever gotten such a good first impression from any Pope I’ve ever seen.
VATICAN CITY (AP) — Jorge Bergoglio of Argentina was elected pope Wednesday, becoming the first pontiff from the Americas and the first from outside Europe in more than a millennium. He chose the name Francis, associating himself with the humble 13th-century Italian preacher who lived a life of poverty.
So, the prophesy of this being the LAST pope, gets thrown in the —(Uh– nope)—trash bin right along with the Mayan prophesy of 2012.
Pope Francis, will follow Jesus, and that’s a good thing for us all.
But, did the day have anything to do with it? Does this redeem the number 13, as just another silly superstition?
Who cares? God bless the new Pope…let’s hope he brings back real HOPE to the whole world.
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We all live with some small hope which is sometimes severely tested at the doctor’s office. I am glad your brain scan showed all clear. The last MRI I had revealed a hole in my head where a hole should not have been. The result of a massive TIA some years ago. I am fortunate that whatever fine and interlaced neural pathways crossed that region have all found new routes and the diversion signs have all been put back in the shed. My spoken words flow again and the colours I could see with my eyes but could not feel can again be sensed at that far deeper level that makes colour Joyful.
Pope Frank is welcome. I have small hope that his task will be quickly executed, but an expectation that upheavals are ahead for the Church as a whole. Any forces that he might command to retake the Faith from the hordes of barbarians that have wreaked so much damage will encounter strong resistance. It will not be so much the cabal of closet queens and blasphemous buggers that occupy the batchelor pads attached to the dwindling number of churches, but the pews full of touchy feely, feminised Peace and Justice drones who have greater faith in Marx than in Christ. Those people have had the spotlights turned and firmly bolted down to point at the sex scandalers and not on themselves.
It will be costly compensating the abused, and perhaps we can retain some small hopes that the monies will be diverted from the vast amounts funnelled from collection plate to the abortionists and feminists, the political fawning and the self-seeking church careerists. A good sign will be when a few heads appear on spikes at the balcony overlooking the Square.
Hope also springs from the new Pope’s background. I am sure the people of the Falkland Islands are just as pleased as those in Buenos Aries. Maybe the Argentinians will consider themselves sufficiently recognised now that they do not need to act like pirates.
Also his being a Jesuit. Already the poisoned pens are scribbling anti-Jesuit cant, so he has some work to do there. No doubt Dan Brown will be in contact with his publishers asking about reprint contracts. How quickly we forget that NASA was once run on Jesuit brain-power.
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