Talking to God Over Coffee about the new Pope
So last night, somewhere between brushing my teeth and wondering if the Pope sleeps in red pajamas, I started thinking about the Catholic Church. Not the local parish with the creaky pews and the kind old lady who hands out bulletins—but the Church. The Vatican. The empire. The place with centuries of incense, secrets, gold, and guilt. I thought about the wars, the wealth, the whispered scandals behind stained glass. I thought about the child abuse, the Inquisition, the mafia ties, and the quiet covering of crimes that should have shaken the earth. And then I did something crazy. … Continue readingTalking to God Over Coffee about the new Pope
