"Pope Francis (then Cardinal Bergoglio) chose a children's hospital
in Palermo (Buenos Aires) to celebrate the Holy Thursday Mass of the
Lord's Supper. There, he washed the feet of 12 sick children."
Right, so I'm likely to get some criticism from someone on this post, but there is something I really need to get off my chest.
When I saw the picture to the right and read the blog post over at the Archdiocese of Toronto blog I got angry. Really angry, deep down. I have a really hard time expressing why.
Last Halloween I posted about the Mütter Museum in Philadelphia. This is where there are horrible mutations of fetuses and various other horrendous diseases that afflict the innocent for no apparent reason. It points clearly to either an incompetent, feeble, malicious or non-existent God. Pope Francis' God.
In the post I quoted Dan Barker.
All you have to do is walk into any Children's Hospital and you know there is no God.Well the Pope, who is, as I understand it, God's main conduit here on Earth - Mr. Infallible Himself - visited a children's hospital in March of this year and washed some kids feet and the crowd went absolutely wild. Many of the children may well still die after horrible suffering, but the reporters snapped photo after photo of this humble man in a frock washed the feet of innocent children.
So many reporters, so many germs - so feeble the immune systems of many of these children. You'll notice that the Pope apparently has not a force field capable of stopping infection from entering the nostrils of this poor child due to the this increased risk. I hope the Pope's visit didn't cause more harm than what was intended - well, assuming the whole thing wasn't one big PR stunt.
So June 3rd, the Pope was visited by some children with cancer (see video above). A young girl with cancer read a letter to him where she assured him they were praying for him. She asked him to pray for them and all the sick children in the world.
The Pope responded that Jesus, dead for 2,000 years, gives them all a big hug. He then asks them one last favour. To pray for HIM! I mean, if they're not too busy with chemo or other treatments - with the whole cancer thing and all.
Why does the world fawn all over this man? What about the doctors trying to save the lives of these children? The researchers looking for a cure or new treatments? The suffering parents who must walk boldly on with brave faces for their children as they watch their babies weaken and sometimes die?
At least Jesus, who is now apparently un-dead, allegedly healed the sick - although I've been told this was only to prove some point or other. Regardless, what is this Pope capable of? Apparently, he can manifest invisible hugs from an immaterial dead undead guy. How warm and fuzzy. How sad.
Well I guess it's still more warm and fuzzy than his God who apparently sits by while these children die - for no apparent reason. But maybe it is his greater closeness to God that allows Pope Francis to keep faith and be satisfied with only being able to provide psychic hugs from beyond. To say the least of currying the prayers from dying children.
It's really sad on another level too. I mean, these poor kids seem to believe in this, adore him and probably derive a great deal of hope and comfort from this. The fact it's all bullshit makes me want to weep - really, it does.
But, if my son got cancer, was deathly ill and asked me if he was going to see me in heaven when he passes away, I just don't know if I could explain to him that this wouldn't be the case. I think it would be easier if I told him from the get go - that it's a sleep we go into forever. Yes maybe. I don't know.
Anyway, look, I get it. He's humble - he uses public transit and doesn't use his limousine. Maybe he sleeps in the smallest room of his palace. Perhaps he's just a product of his own past. Maybe he's just typecast to believe in the whole thing. But there is something about this that makes me ill - as a father of a young child. I'm not sure why I find it so repugnant.