We had plenty of time to feel anticipation with the rest of the crowd in faraway Italy (and in the rest of the waking Catholic world). Finally, the protodeacon came out and announced something, and all I could understand was "and...Francis." My heart soared. Francis? Pope Francis? Did I translate that correctly?
|My desktop image the week of Pope|
Francis' election. Source
Usually my desktop image is the week's schedule of classes. Since I had no classes last week, I downloaded one of Zurbaran's St. Francis paintings.
I am amazed by the humility and simplicity of this Pope, before and after his election. My favorite work of literature opens with the description of a fictional bishop much like him. The first time I read Les Miserables, I fell in love with Bishop Myriel and wished that all Catholics were like him. Then, I thought, we would really win the world for Christ! He lived with minimal expense, he gave his allowances to the poor, and he walked so that the poor could also use his transportation stipends.
|Courtesy of HuffPo.|
Final observation on the papal election: if I prayed as hard and as much for my local bishops as I did that day for the new Pope, I think it would help my diocese. So, one resolution born out of the conclave is to pray and offer sacrifices for my diocese and bishops. I should've been doing this already!
Let's pray for each other, our local bishops, and our Pope. Viva Christo rey!