Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I am not Catholic but Lutheran. If not for Martin Luther, who knows where my beliefs would've been rooted...
My father was Catholic, my mother Lutheran. That seems to be the way it goes, doesn't it? The mother often seems to be the one who decides such things.
The point of this post is not for me to wax philosophical. It is to comment on the historic events of the day.
Habemus Papam: We have a pope.
Jorge Mario Bergoglio, born in Buenos Aires, one of the five children of Italian immigrants, his father was a railway worker, his mother a housewife.
The first words I heard to describe him were "humble" and a "man of the people".
Those aren't bad words, are they?
As I watched the white smoke boil from that silly little chimney, I found myself practically moved to tears.
Again, I am not Catholic, yet I have been strongly moved by these events. The tradition, the rituals, the whatever you want to call it, has always fascinated me.
Today, however, wasn't about that.
It was, for me, about faith.
St. Peter's Square was packed despite the fact that it was a cold and rainy evening in Rome. When the smoke was white, the joy was palpable. They cheered, they chanted, they sang, all with great joy.
What I noticed about the crowd were the number of young faces present, faces filled with joy, hope, and, dare I say it, faith.
I needed this day.
I needed the reminder that faith is not outdated. It is not dead. It was there, burning brightly in St. Peter's Square.
I pray for the new pontiff's health. I pray for his humility and his faith. May they carry him through the troubled waters ahead.