And no one has played a trick on me. Where are my brothers when I need them?
I'm finding that my grief about the Pope dying/not dying/lingering surprises me. I'm so sad, yet I disagree with so much of what the man says. I'm such an acculturated Catholic, even though for the first real length of time in my life I'm not going to church every Sunday.
Found tears on my cheeks. Surprises me. Found myself praying for a renewal of my faith. But I'm not interested in the conservative, "my way or the highway" kind of faith. That's exclusive rather than inclusive.
I want the faith back that I had--the radical, left-wing Catholic--working for peace and justice. Miss that "me that was."