Yeah, I know – gazillions of other people of many faiths have written about how much they admire and enjoy watching Pope Francis humbly walk his talk and upend conservative rigidities at a dizzying pace, and all with a genuinely kind smile and light touch. He’s like the Superpope.
I love the way he employs compassionate boundary transgressions to model and teach higher meaning. I love the way he puts compassionate understanding towards all kinds of people first and doctrinaire impulses second.
I love his combination of spiritual audacity and humility.
I love that he’s pissing off the people who he’s pissing off, and I love that he seems to be having fun being this kind of pope.
I love his fearlessness, or serene acceptance, of the obvious fact that reactionary forces may try to kill him if he doesn’t dial it back.
He is bad-ass without being violent. He is interested in learning from people and he sees the divine spark in others, including people of other faiths.
He has a lovely, living sense of ongoing wonder at life.
He’s real and sweet with children, and he’s also able to use the prophetic voice to call on humanity to address global warming and sustainability.
And he’s a real mentsch – check this out: