An Easter Wish...

As cardinal, he traveled by bus, lived in a small apartment and cooked his own meals. As Pope, he's shunned the palatial papal quarters in favour of communal living with his colleagues.
Last week, he phoned his paper boy in Buenos Aires to cancel his daily paper, then asked after his family. 
Tomorrow, he will wash the feet of others- feet that belong to the prisoners from a young offenders' centre in Rome. Small things maybe..... hinting at so much more.

I admit it- I'm liking what I hear about that new fella in the big job at the Fisherman's Office. For the first time in a long time, I'm starting to feel a new hope..... yes, even in the midst of endless scandal and the devastating aftermath of pain, betrayal and doubt.

Because I DO believe that sometimes, the right person, in the right place, at the right time can do great things- healing can begin,  faith can renew, tides can turn. I really hope we've got the right person- keep 'er lit, Francis..... for all of us.