I sent the club a wire stating: PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER. – Groucho Marx
I’ve been blessed to attend several large events in St. Peter’s Square. In each case, the Pope was there, but a long way away.
I always wondered who those people are who get to sit right up on the stage on either side of the alter canopy. Seems to me someone who gets to sit that close to the Holy Father must be really holy or really important (maybe both).
But tonight, I was there. And it was because a priest friend asked a priest friend and he had a place and I got invited.
So there I was, feeling like Groucho in reverse: I really want to join the fancy seat club even though I know I’m not qualified.
I’ll have to read much of what the Holy Father said during the service when it is translated tomorrow. Despite the valiant efforts of a couple translating priests, I had a hard time following the presentations.
But I can tell you that this is a Pope who speaks with passion, expresses joy and is, indeed, Catholic. We have a powerhouse dressed in white.
