I’m starting to have a crisis of faith. Not in God, but rather, in Pope Francis.
It seems a betrayal to even write these words. I’m a progressive Catholic who longs for a church that is more welcoming of women, homosexuals and divorced people.
I want a church where the hierarchy spends more time talking about liberating the poor and oppressed and less time lecturing about birth control.
I pray for a church that comprehensively faces the causes of child sexual abuse so we can have confidence such systematic evil will never occur again.
Francis – global superstar, media darling, a truly modern pope – is the best hope people like me have had for many years, right? He’s the second coming of John XXIII, isn’t he?
I confess that I am starting to doubt it.
Francis swept into the Chair of St Peter with such animation and apparent determination to up-end the traditional notions of how popes ought to behave.
Washing the feet of prisoners, including women and Muslims. Refusing to live in the Apostolic Palace. Apparently calling a woman who married a divorced man in a civil ceremony to assure her it’s OK to go tocommunion. Refusing to judge homosexuals.
“I love this guy,” proclaimed the Daily Show’s Jon Stewart. Catholics everywhere – especially progressive Catholics, but also those who were lapsed or just bored – enthusiastically agreed.
Last month Francis made a curious comment in an interview marking the second anniversary of his election as pope:
I have the feeling that my Pontificate will be brief: four or five years; I do not know, even two or three. Two have already passed. It is a somewhat vague sensation. Maybe it’s like the psychology of the gambler who convinces himself he will lose so he won’t be disappointed and if he wins, is happy. I do not know. But I feel that the Lord has placed me here for a short-time, and nothing more … Continue reading
- Kristina Keneally is a former premier of NSW.