I am growing weary of hearing/watching Pope Francis’s visit…24/7.
I am Catholic, and not the Christmas and Easter variety. I am also a political/news junkie and many say that I lean to the far right in both areas.
I belive that The Holy Spirit sends us the Pope that we need at that time we get him. That belief provides me comfort.
I am concerned however, that members of the media, which are typically Anti-Christian/Anti-Catholic are slobbering all over themselves and even using correct descriptions of what is going on, i.e. “celebrating Mass” as opposed to “saying Mass”. Why the change? It just doesn’t make sense and I hope that the Successor to Peter is not being played as a political violin.
My usual response is that if the main stream media is excited about something/someone, I probably am probably concerned about it/them.
Thus, I have a Christian conundrum.
But just like the song, Alice’s Restaurant is not about the restaurant, this post isn’t really about the Pope.
We were watching the Pope’s Mass at Madison Square Garden on TV this evening, while preparing dinner and I thought I would show my wife and daughters how smart I was ( yea, I’m a humble guy) when I asked the question, “Who knows why the Pope is wearing a green Chasuble (Vestments)?
Not a second went by before our youngest, Megan (home from College for the weekend) answered, “Because it is Ordinary Time“.
A 20-year old who understands the church calendar? Maybe I’m just a grumpy, old man, but I know that I wouldn’t be able to answer that when I was her age. Then again, maybe I’m just a proud daddy?
I’m impressed and bet if I went to my church this Sunday and asked that question, probably less than half of the adults asked would know the answer.
I am reminded of the value of the Catholic Education we provided our daughters, not only because of them knowing that priests Celebrate Mass in green chasubles during “Ordinary Time”, but because it prepared them to have a unique perspective on the world around them. It was worth the sacrifice.
It was a long, tiring day, but it got better once I arrived home.
Being a daddy, while very expensive and often dramatic, has it’s benefits and is a worthy and satisfying endeavor. I recomend it enthusiastically.