One of my Army sons called tonight. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I just wanted to say I've been reading your blog. Things went well. I wanted to say that to you. Nothing ever goes right, in elections, or the Church, but it did this time."
Here's a man in his mid-20s, whose first elections when he was paying attention put Barack Obama in the White House. Then Obama was re-elected. His first grown-up papal election brought us Pope Francis. (The Bear will never forget his other Army son calling so we could share the "white smoke moment" when Pope Francis was elected.)
In his experience, the world doesn't get it right very often. He's never had a Ronald Reagan, or a St. John Paul II. When it comes to a leaders, it's always an Obama or a Francis.
The Bear can't seem to stop saying it, but we witnessed something remarkable, even historic. For once, the news made sense. The outcome brought a big smile and the need to share it with another. He's tasted public victory for the first time.
Here is where all the caveats go: Francis is still the Pope; there's another synod coming; the world will continue down the wide road of homomania; there are still Germans, etc.
But not tonight. It's a crisp fall evening and glad tidings are in the air. A glass of Korbinian's Doppelbock and a good briar pipe with a fine English blend call. God is in His heaven and all is right with the world.
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