Musings on the Papal visit and New York sports fans.
I’m really feeling Pope mania, which has descended on Washington like a bright sunshiny day in the middle of a nuclear winter. It is, in a word, lovely.
Though not raised Catholic, I’ve often visited Catholic churches and cathedrals and found them good places to pray and meditate. One of my earliest spiritual experiences was watching a dramatization of the miracle of Saint Francis in the movie Tortilla Flat, based on the novel by John Steinbeck. Frank Morgan (best known as the Wizard of Oz) plays a hobo called Pirate who lives with his dogs in an abandoned chicken coop. There’s a beautifully filmed sequence where he has a vision of Saint Francis:
When it comes to feeling good about Catholicism, it always helps if there’s a kind and lovable Pope installed. Pope Francis is perhaps the kindest we’ve seen, and it’s hard not to be moved by the spirit of unalloyed joy which his visit to the U.S. has occasioned and fostered.
While the mainstream media often fail to “get” anything to do with religion or spirituality, there are so many reporters and politicians with strong Catholic roots that the Pope’s visit is one story they mostly get right. The fact that this Pope is so gifted at delivering his message also ensures the media can’t majorly foul it up.