In the Philadelphia area, where I live, there was great excitement for months before Pope Francis came to visit in late September. Not only faithful Catholics, but people of many faiths or no faith have been touched by a man who makes the compassion of Christ real. Before coming to Philadelphia, the pope spoke to Congress and the United Nations and was hosted by the Obamas in the White House. He came to Philadelphia for the World Conference on Families, but he also had lunch in a prison, spoke to immigrants about their value to their new nation, and met with victims of sexual abuse by Catholic clergy. Several times he kissed and blessed disabled people and children he saw along his route in Philadelphia. Hundreds of thousands of people converged in the center of the city to catch sight of him coming down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in his popemobile and heard him say Mass on the steps of the Art Museum, known from the movie, “Rocky.”
Before the pope’s visit, I felt a desire to go into the city to catch a glimpse of him speaking at Independence Mall or saying Mass. The streets into the center of the city were closed off for the event, however, and those who wanted to attend needed to take a train into the city, pass through a security check, and then, walk long distances. My desire faded as I contemplated the effort and the difficulties I would face. On the eve of his visit, I found myself at the home of a family living in Lower Merion Township, just outside the city. They had been invited to a “Pope Party” the next day. Punch and pizza would be served on the porch, with pontification. People were invited to bring pasta, or other food beginning with a “p.” When a family member mentioned that we were only blocks from the seminary where the pope would be staying overnight, I was moved to take a walk in that direction, not knowing if he had already arrived or not. As I approached the walled grounds of the campus, “No Parking” signs were posted along the streets. I knew I was not likely to see the pope, but my solitary walk gave me time to reflect and pray about his visit.
I was raised as a Catholic, and I still attend Mass when I visit my mother. I am deeply moved when I am among devout Catholics, and I admire the faith of some feisty, radical nuns and priests I have met. However, I have long felt clear that the Roman Catholic church is mistaken in many matters, including the exclusion of women from the priesthood. Like early Quakers, when I attend Mass, I see how church hierarchy often makes it more difficult for people to experience the divine presence and teaching within themselves. Nonetheless, I am moved by a religious leader who proclaims that “mercy is more important than morality,” who visits prisoners, the poor, and the homeless, who acknowledges that God’s forgiveness extends even to atheists, and who has made plans for the Roman Catholic Church to offer forgiveness more widely. Throughout his religious career, Pope Francis has made it a point to spend time with those who are marginalized by society, offering fellowship and extending blessing to society’s outcasts, just as Jesus did. I am glad, also, that his recent Encyclical on the environment, Laudato Sí, has held up the urgent importance of addressing climate change and asked developed nations to take responsibility for our excessive carbon emissions and our abuse of Mother Earth. I applauded when I heard that he spoke plainly to Congress about stopping the arms trade.
On the eve of his visit to Philadelphia, in the streets of Lower Merion Township, near where Pope Francis would soon be eating and sleeping for a night, I stopped to say a prayer. It was a prayer of gratitude that this pope was making God’s love, forgiveness, and presence more tangible for people. As I prayed, I realized that in praying for his visit, I was in some measure joining with him in his desire to make God’s mercy and healing more available across the earth.
The next evening I attended a reunion of members of a Quaker Meeting which had been my beloved church community for six years. As we shared a pot luck meal, we talked about that day’s news coverage of the pope’s visit. When it was time for dessert, with a look of mischief, our hostess, another former Catholic, said she had a surprise. Then she brought in a tray of large round cookies, each decorated in colored frosting with a photo of Pope Francis, his hand extended in blessing. We laughed, and then ate the pope. Perhaps it was a kind of communion, another way of bringing into ourselves the qualities of mercy, compassion, community, and responsibility that the pope is urging everyone to embrace. One woman who had been watching TV footage of his visit said that Francis had been asking people to pray for him.
“Let’s take some time now to pray for the pope,” she suggested.
And so, in silence, we did. Afterwards, we shared our experiences. Some felt lifted up by the prayer. Others felt sobered by a sense of the responsibility that the pope carries. Others politely smiled and kept their thoughts and experiences quiet.
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© 2015 Marcelle Martin
Thanks Marcelle. You continue to be an inspiration.
Thank you, Homer. I’m glad you found it inspiring.
Thanks, Marcelle. You had me hooked from the beginning. I kept hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the Pope. Thanks for this inspiring piece. I wrote about the Pope’s visit, too. It had a big impact on me: https://executivesoulblog.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/integrity/
Thanks, Margaret, for your comment and for clarifying so beautifully in your own post why Pope Francis commands respect from so many beyond the Roman Catholic Church.
I also read with great interest and hoped for a Pope sighting. But in a sense there was one wasn’t there? Thank you.
Yes, in a sense, I did have a “Pope sighting,” not with my eyes but in a deeper way, perhaps.
I read your fine article with great interest. I am not sure if you remember me, I was a student of yours at Pendle Hill in 2006. Perhaps I might be in the category of fiesty nuns. I was in your Quaker Discernment class. I enjoyed the class so much and actually think of the class and my time at Pendle Hill often. I stay in contact with Viv Hawkins and Beth Cahape. I see you will be working with Ken and Katherine Jacobsen who I remember with great fondness as well. Thanks for your reflections on the Pope’s visit. He is an inspiring person for our time.
Sister Patsy Harney rsm
Dear Sister Patsy, It’s a blessing to hear from a wonderful, feisty nun! Glad you liked the blog post.
Marcelle, I wrote about the Pope’s visit too! I found it remarkable that this man who has so much institutional power chose to ask people to pray for him when he stepped outside to meet people after addressing Congress. Here’s the link: http://inspirarts.blogspot.com/2015/09/pray-for-me.html
Dear Amanda, Thanks for the link to your wise blog post about Radical Inclusion, expanding your heart, and praying for the Pope!