Baby Steps…

Lord knows I am not the mushiest of souls. Emotions raise my suspicions. But there is something so genuine about these images that it tugs at my affections for the Holy Father. It fills me with an overwhelming urge to punch the face of the next person who says something disparaging about this man.

That’s a start I suppose.

All I can do is look at them and nod thinking, well done Frank. Well done.

You know, I was going to write this long screed about … about what? I forget now. It wasn’t important. Not as important as witnessing the birth of a vocation. Not as important as this one genuine moment of love.

Love… now there’s an interesting subject. Maybe I should write more about love.

Anyway.