Fr Sean, during his homily this morning, mentioned of something he witnessed during one of his visits to Loretto: a statue of John XXIII. However what struck him most about the statue was that it was not placed on a pedestal or a plinth. It was right on the ground. Grounded. Literally!
Wish saints were seen as basically people who were grounded. Down to earth. Not floating in the heavens, in robes white and gold! John XXIII certainly did much good to the Church by convoking the Second Vatican Council, the deliberations of which we are yet to imbibe and fully understand, leave alone put to practice. If not for any other achievement, just for this daring act alone he can be canonized.
Know not about much about the previous Popes, but Pope Francis certainly does appeal to me as someone very much grounded. Grounded in the lives of people, the poor the marginalised. Grounded in nature. Feet firm in the actual grim, murky, confusing and challenging reality of people; not the ideal world we aspire to be or reach.
Wish saints were seen as basically people who were grounded. Down to earth. Not floating in the heavens, in robes white and gold! John XXIII certainly did much good to the Church by convoking the Second Vatican Council, the deliberations of which we are yet to imbibe and fully understand, leave alone put to practice. If not for any other achievement, just for this daring act alone he can be canonized.
Know not about much about the previous Popes, but Pope Francis certainly does appeal to me as someone very much grounded. Grounded in the lives of people, the poor the marginalised. Grounded in nature. Feet firm in the actual grim, murky, confusing and challenging reality of people; not the ideal world we aspire to be or reach.
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