Anus Atque Onus
You know those old people who keep talking of their own impending demise merely in order to hear others assuring them they still have long years in front of them? Well, one of them is Pope.
It is now rather “officially unofficial” that TMAHICH does not think of resigning. Not in the least. The “my pontificate will not be long” blabber had only one aim: to play the old man with his thoughts now oh so directed to heaven, whilst – if you ask me – a more worldly Pope may never have darkened the magnificent doors of the Vatican City.
Resigning? The Humble Pope likes the perks of the job all right. His ego has expanded more than his circumference. Who knows, perhaps the expansion of the second will put an end to the expansion of the first?
I am a tad disappointed as I would have preferred further hints at a possible future resignation. Just to make my day a bit better, you see. But honestly, I would not have believed them in that case, either. An excuse to feel forced – in all humbleness – to keep wreaking damage would be easy to find anyway.
No, the Unholy Father was just being coquettish. Look at me, the humble old man. Look at me, the one who is not about career at all. Look at me, the Great Mercy Reformer. But most of all: look at me.
I do not wish him a long pontificate, and therefore cannot wish him – now that it is clear he wants to die in office – a long life. I am reminded of Schopenhauer rather dry mot d’esprit when the old woman to whom he was forced to pay a pension died: obit anus, abit onus. “The old (woman) dies, the burden goes away”.
Those same words I hope I will write, on this blog, rather sooner than later; because if you love the Church for tea and not only as an empty slogan you cannot, you most certainly cannot wish for this pontificate to go on for another day; nay, for another hour. Not, of course, out of hate for the man; but out of love for the Church.
Still, it is consoling to think that the Lord has Francis on an “at will” employment contract. He can fire Francis anytime, and without any notice period at all. Bam. Gone. Next.
I will submit to His wisdom in this, and will do my best to live with the punishment God has sent us every day.
But I think it’s clear what I desire for the Church: that the old man dies, and the burden goes away.
Pray that the Lord, in His own good time, frees us from this scourge.
It’s hard enough to have to endure such a Pope to also have to deal with the coquettish remarks, and shattered hopes.