Cardinal Robert Prevost had a chance to truly make history. As the first American ever elected to the papacy, he could have named himself Pope McDonald I. What a lost opportunity. Oh, well.
Onto other matters:
As a lifelong Catholic who hasn’t stepped foot into a Catholic church since Pope Francis I (who famously quipped, “Who am I to judge?” and then repeatedly judged millions of Americans to be hateful bigots) went off the rails, I was extremely anxious during the papal election this week. I’m still extremely anxious. For years now, I’ve been going to a nondenominational church. And it’s great, I can’t complain. But my home is the Catholic church. I was born a Catholic, I was raised a Catholic, and I’ll die a Catholic. Pope Francis couldn’t change that.
Much of my Catholic identity is due to theological and philosophical reasons, but I’ll confess there is also a certain tribalist belonging. It’s like being an American. I might move somewhere abroad, somewhere wonderful and exciting and welcoming, with great food and great weather and great music and great people. But I’ll always be an American. That’s where my heart and soul are.
And no matter how…
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