Oh the H H H - hazy, hot, and humid - fun has hit us up and down in These United States . . . so in between making the blender render the frozen concoction that helps Father D hang on, I was laughing at a journalist's story about Pope Francis saying he hadn't ever seen the inside of the Sistine Chapel until he entered it in 2005 for the election of Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI.
Reporter: "But . . . you had never seen the Sistine Chapel? Until the Conclave . . . ?!?!?"
Francis: "No, never."
Reporter: "But, Holiness, you had been a Cardinal since 2001!"
Francis: "Yes, but that took place at Saint Peter's Basilica!"
Reporter: "But you came to Rome as a Cardinal for how many meetings?"
Francis: "Too many meetings! But none of them were inside the Sistine Chapel! Until the Conclave."
Reporter: "But surely you could have gone over from Saint Peter's or wherever the meetings were just to see the Sistine Chapel?"
Francis: "Well . . . not really. See, I'm not a 'museums' kind of guy, you know what I mean?"
And we thank God.
But, God help us, so many other shining lights of Holy Mutha are
In fact, one of the shiniest lights, who seems to miss home almost as much as home misses him (hmm . . . just like his other predecessor from the same home!), went on a retreat to a for real museum so that when he got back to work he could make the rest of the Church a museum too!
Cuz look! Their team work is already producing results! Young priests wrapped in lace from Auntie Ethel's kitchen, draped with vestments made from the upholstery of Nonna's couches, and topped off with Rockin' Lids are packing churches full of people looking for help living the Gospel in a non-musuems kind of world!
One of our dear commenters points out that Pope John XXIII is all Pope-d up in this picture . . . well, yes. Hey, it was 1958-1963. I was still wearing coif, headbands, wimple, and two veils - on the outside. I had the monastic tit-flattener under all that . . . also this icon isn't quite right because Pope John's fingers weren't skinny and boney. They were puffy and fat. With dimples where the knuckles should have been. Like many diocesan priests today. I used the icon for the MUSEUM quote. OK? This is my favorite picture of John when he was still just good old Roncalli:
But here's an oldie-but-goodie for all those museums kind of guys, young and old, who are really making the Church into a cross between a museum and a zoo! They're very skeptical of changes in their cages. And here's to my very own dear and cherished +Zookeeper who, let me tell you, is VERY FOND of rum! (And we're paying for it. In more ways than one.)