April 06, 2005
The Pope vs My Lolo
Some people that read my weblog have asked me, since I'm such a Catholic, why have I not written anything about the Pope. First of all, I don't like that tone you're taking with me. (Heh heh). Second of all, up until now I have not at all felt the urge to write about our recently deceased Pope.
I just didn't find it necessary. Whether you're Catholic or Christian or not, it's plain to see that beyond all the speeches and debates, beyond all the rhetoric, Pope John Paul II was a holy man. Regardless of what I say about him, good or bad, nothing changes this.
Now that I've thought about it a bit, there is something I want to say about the Pope: He reminds me of my Lolo. I'm sure it's partly because they were both old and bald when they passed away. But I think my Lolo was holy, too. Not only did Lolo always pray, his every action was prayer. Everything he did gave glory to the Lord. I never knew the Pope, but in times like this you can extrapolate the greatness of a man by the way he affected those around him. In that respect, Lolo and the Pope are very very similar. The Pope obviously affected many more people.
Of course, the Pope never affected any Japanese soldiers with their own grenade, so Lolo got him on that one.
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Dad: We were this close to the Pope the last time we went to Rome.
Mom: He was so close that if I reached out I could have touched him.
Glenn: Wow.
Dad: You know when he passed by he looked at me and waved.
Glenn: Really?!
Mom (with a look): Come on. He was waving at everybody.
Glenn: I bet he said, 'Hey Orlando. Sup?'