A New Pope

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

There were storms coming that lovely morning as OLeif set out to an early meeting over coffee. The green leaves fluttered in the trees and Collette had great hopes of fantastic thunderstorms not far off.

Collette had begun to realize more and more as the days passed, that there was something wonderful in not knowing just exactly what lay around the corner. It was one of the most comforting things in the world, she thought, to know that there were things she would never know, or need to know. That God had held mysteries from man, from all the great philosophers and theologians and all the logic of the ages… it was good to just know that while not all could be understood, man was given what he was meant to know, and how and why he was meant to live, and what would follow. It was a breath of freedom she felt rush by her, each time she remembered.

And in other matters, a German pope of seventy-eight years was newly voted to the Vatican.