Taurianova, April 24, 2025
I didn’t understand it! I was unable to separate my branch attachment to Benedict XVI from the objectivity in the judgment on his being otherwise Pope. Yet, if I really have to confess it, I look in tiny more to him than in Ratzinger. Like him, I love social, political, theological provocation even. I recognize myself in this freedom of speech, relief, story. Like him, I come from the earth. From the farmer, simple, direct, without filters. Yes, I thick it often, even from this blog. Swinging, hastily, his freedom for partisania. I believed that he wanted to overturn the church, instead he overturned the clergy, who does not like it much either. I was wrong to label Francesco as a red pope; He, who had no weaving of any ideology, if not his own. Not Franciscanism, but Franceschism taught us: a rough simplicity. Equal to that of the protosants, of the protomberries. Of the first Christians. Rude, grumpy sometimes, direct and simple. In spite of those who, including me, crucified it with trivial need to categorize it. Francesco did not belong. To nothing and nobody, if not to God, to the Holy Virgin, in St. Joseph. Already! St. Joseph, an enlightened man, not God, nor a demigod: man of meat and chosen, but not divine. This taught us, the father who came from the end of the world: to be simple in faith. Humans, without ambition. I included it in my and his suffering. Today, more than ever! Today I travel the path, with a serene soul, without fear, totally entrusted to the embrace with the Lord. You will be able to forgive me, Papampero, as I have always called you. You will be able to welcome my mea culpa, for having, late, caressed your paternal face. God bless you. God is blessed.