Dang that Francis! I thought as I fastened my Welcome the Refugees! pin to my jacket.
Glancing at the news of his Washington motorcade, I watched the gentle pope emerge from the cramped back seat of a blue Fiat. Yep. No Lincoln town car for him! Of course. I thought. Of course the Holy Father would quietly shun the sleek black limo offered to visiting celebrities.
Once again, Jorge Mario Bergoglio, spoke volumes about the gospel without uttering a word. And once again, myself and every minister of the cloth was challenged to walk the walk; “to love not with word or speech but with actions and truth” as John writes in his first epistle.
It’s so much easier to wear a pin!
Um. Yes. Though, truth be told, I was really wearing that pin because it went well with my outfit that morning.
I thought of just some of the ways the Pope is showing me up – at least as far as I can acknowledge:
He goes places I don’t want to go. Who can forget that one of his first photo outings was to a local prison where he washed and kissed the feet of a Serbian Muslim woman? Here’s a picture to refresh your memory.
Francis is so unconcerned about decorum or appropriateness. He inhales the same air St. Paul did when Paul wrote, “Follow my example as I follow Christ!” This pope shows the world where Jesus would go. And along the way he makes sure that nothing gets in the way of Christ’s warm embrace.
He loves without hesitation.
Yes. This. This picture should be in every one of our Bibles. This is what Jesus meant when he welcomed the outcasts in Mark 2, Luke 15 or Matthew 21. He meant this kind of warmth, this kind of acceptance, this kind of love.
He makes time for others. As the official popemobile edged down the street toward the White House this morning, one young girl – eager to present her gift to the pope – escaped from the guardrails to run toward the car. She was quickly detained and escorted back to the crowd. That is, until Frances saw her and beaconed her to come closer. The crowd went crazy.
He eschews the trappings of MSP – money, status and power. Whew. These temptations are the trifecta of western life. Yet, consistently and without fanfare, Francis has opted out of the values I’m insidiously seeking. Whether he is declining to live in the opulent apartments of the Vatican, driving himself around in a Ford Escort, or celebrating mass with the kitchen staff, Francis shows how I am enslaved to this MSP trinity.
The writer Barbara Brown Taylor once wrote that we can feel pretty comfortable about our habits when we simply compare ourselves to others around us. But open a window and let Jesus in, and suddenly all bets are off the table. Jesus confronts our pettiness, our stinginess, and our self-centeredness — and generally speaking? Jesus doesn’t even need words.
So please dear Pope Francis, please continue making us look bad. Reveal to us how we have lost our way. And show us the way home.