Your Thrice Holiness,
I believe, I adore, I hope, and I love Thee.
And I have a suggestion for You for the conclave.
I couldn’t help but notice that this is the feast week of the glorious St. Patrick, patron of my ancestral home and spiritual father of the Irish diaspora. I was thinking, what better way to honor this great lover of Christ—through whose progeny You’ve done so much good work–than if You picked one of his children this time to don the white cassock. His installation Mass could be this Sunday, St. Patrick’s Day, and, oh, I don’t know, maybe he could even choose Patrick as his papal name (and this has nothing to do with my bets in our diocesan papal pool).
Now, I know a guy.
There’s a cardinal dear to me, having served in my home state of Wisconsin for a while, who I think might be a good choice.
He’s Irish (American) and therefore both naturally loveable and a gifted communicator. While in Milwaukee, he dispensed his archdiocese from the requirement of having to abstain from meat on a Friday in Lent in order that they might properly celebrate the glorious saint’s day with corned beef. Also while he was there I’m sure he must’ve developed a taste for Millers, and how awesome would it be to see our next pope with a High Life in hand during cocktail hour at the Vatican.
And he looks a little bit like this…
I will love whomever you pick and promise to write about him and his many wonderful qualities next week. But in the meantime, I thought I’d make this suggestion in case You were looking for ideas.
With great love and affection,
Copyright 2013 Meg Maternaer