Finally I ventured out of the kitchen, turned on the TV, and found a news channel. I knew that the reporting was likely to be horrible and yet I wanted to see something about what was going on. I'd turned on EWTN streaming on Hulu and Mass was on, but I was craving news about the Holy Father (I know, I know, I would have been much better off watching Mass!). I settled in, babies crawling on me and flinging themselves around the room, and tried to watch what was being said. These rough statements (since they're from my memory) cover the gist of what was being said:
"We don't want him to be remembered as good..." said an angry looking woman who was announcing that the Pope had never done anything to help anyone in the entire history of... ever. She rambled about how he "said the right words" but never did anything.
Whatever. I thought. Of course they're going to get idiots to come on and bash the Pope. That's what they do.
"As Catholics," the reporter who somehow managed to get a job on a national news program, "we're used to being disappointed by the Church..." before going on to hope that this would mean changes on the Church since the Pope was "so hostile towards homosexuals" and "birth control."
I was somewhat comforted that someone, somewhere understood what they were talking about when the Vatican correspondent said that "there may be a difference in tone and style" but that it was unlikely that there would be a tone in "substance" although I have to say I'm not sure the woman covering the story understood what he meant when he said those words.
A reporter was out on the street, interviewing the Masses about the abdication. "I hope we get someone who's like more younger." (and yes, the actual words "like more younger" were said). She went on to say she hoped it was someone who was part of a "more younger" generation who understands more what's going on in the world.
Because being younger obviously means you see what's going on in the world more clearly than the man who's the head of a two thousand year old Church, charged with leading the faithful through the various dark times that have fallen upon civilization.
I turned the TV off and ate another piece of shortbread. I shouldn't have expected more than speculation about the Church "getting with the times" and "giving the okay for gay marriage and birth control."
And so I wait and pray and hope. And I'm going to try to avoid cookies that are mostly a mixture of butter and sugar and news programs that spend hours talking about how maybe the Church is going to get with it and okay the pill and how we might finally get someone who's "not so conservative" which really means "not so orthodox."
I feel oddly ready for Lent now (and not at all ready for a fun Mardi Gras dinner tonight!). Let the forty days begin... I'm ready for my ashes...
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