I’ll admit it. Like so much of America last week, I had some major Pope fever going on. I still kinda do.
I watched the news stories, I read every article online, and I even started following the Pope on Twitter and Instagram (and vine. ) The man sends some hilarious clips, I gotta say.
And guess what I see right before I go to bed? This dreamy face.
The ceiling in my bedroom is covered with magazine clippings of PF (that’s what I call him.) I couldn’t help myself. I just lay there at night and imagine getting blessed by him.
Wanna know how you know you’re a “crazy girl?” You start drunk tweeting the man you have a crush on.
Now if you’re observant you’re probably looking at this tweet going, Taylor it was 7:07 p.m. get your life together.
It was a Husker game day AND I went to Oktoberfest. If the worst thing I do after a few beers is starting tweeting compliments to the Pope, I think I’m doing okay. *Just for the record I also tweeted “I love Pope” about ten minutes later…
Anyway, I sent the adoring tweet and that was that. Until I got the response you see above. And was totally UGHHHH about it. Like stop trying to get me back Catholic Church, you’re looking desperate.
Which brings me to part two of this post.
I was raised Catholic, did the whole First Communion thing when I was a kid and totally NAILED it, if I do say so myself.
A short veil and white ruffle socks with size 11 sandals? Don’t mind if I do! Let’s take a closer look at the detail on my amazing dress.
I don’t know why my parents insisted I get braces, but they did. They were adamant about it, in fact.
I can’t help but think I would have grown up with a lot more character had I been forced to go through life with those spiky talons for front teeth. Kids, never open cans with your teeth. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
But I digress. Back to the catholic church.
I left the catholic church for two reasons:
#1. I can’t get into a church who is so out spoken about not letting gays get married. I went to a service last spring and almost walked out because I found the priest’s message so judgmental and downright offensive to homosexuals. It was just hurtful.
#2. Women can’t be priests. Soooo….. no. Not for me. How could I take my non existent daughter to that church some day and let her know that men will always be one peg higher?
And sure, you can give me reasons why the catholic church doesn’t allow women to be priests, but honestly I don’t care. In my opinion not equal is not equal.
And #3. I hated “may peace be with you time” because I never had anyone to peace with!!! So embar.
Yet I still love Pope Francis. Perhaps I’m being a bit dreamy eyed here and am only choosing to see what I want, but what I do see is so good.
He’s known as the “Peoples Pope” because of his simple and humble lifestyle. He refuses dinner with the elite so he can eat with the homeless. He’s known to frequently give kids rides on his Popemobile. He “sneaks out” of the Vatican at night dressed as a regular priest so he can give money and food to the homeless.
He just seems like such a good man. And maybe I’m so interested in him because I feel like our world is starved for more selfless generous leaders who truly care about the people.
Or maybe it’s just because he’s the dreamiest.
What do you think? Any Pope fans in the house?