I awoke today to the shocking news that the Pope is to resign.
It has left me with a feeling of deep and profound indifference.
I suppose there was a time, about fifty years ago when I might have cared but those days are long gone. Organised religion and I parted company back in the sixties and our relationship has never rekindled. I suppose there are those who will accuse me of hypocrisy as I still attend the rare ceremony such as weddings, christenings and the like, but I just see them more as a tradition than anything else.
I was up in the church last week as it happens.
That church has featured quite significantly in my life so far. My parents are buried there. I was married there. Our daughter was christened there and later was married there. Now we are into the next generation of christenings and First Communions
Our Puppychild is winding up towards her First Communion and she had her First Confession the other evening. I toddled along to lend my support and to intimidate her into confessing to all the wee crimes I know she is guilty of.
Needless to say, I was chucked out, which is a perfect illustration of the Church’s double standards.
Their incense burner makes a hell of a lot more smoke than my pipe.