All right. A little break was called for because I am trying to get a book done. But one must start before one can talk about getting something “done,” eh?
I’m just about finished reading almost every pertinent address, homily and message that’s come from Pope Benedict – those that I can safely assume come from his hand, at least.
I told Michael the other night that my basic conclusion the dual experience of immersing myself in B16’s words and engaging in various church-related activities and events over the past week is that he is wasted on us.
That is, Benedict is relentless in his call for us to focus on Christ. He constantly takes in the ways of the world, diagnoses our ills with precision, reminds us of who we are and “proposes Christ.” Just as relentlessly, he calls on the Body of Christ to get with it, to love fearlessly, to embrace the “adventure” (a favorite word of his) of witnessing to the joy of friendship with Jesus and to be courageous in assessing its own sins and weaknesses, for the sake of a more powerful, merciful witness to a wandering, hurting world.
And we drone on about committees.
And gauge how Jesus will fit in with our lifestyle.