All I want to do is vomit. And cry. Cry myself to sleep. Cry over this man who probably doesn't care that I am moved to sorrowful tears over what he doesn't do towards fixing the Church, what fresh heresy he utters, and whatever else he does to insult She Whom he is supposed to protect, not to mention Our Lord.
I love the Church. I came to Her relatively late for a person of my social standing, but I love Her all the same. I love Her more with each passing day, the more I learn about Her, Him, and Their people.
This explains why I have such a visceral reaction whenever I see new heresies such as this one come out the one who is supposed to love Her the most and defend Her with a passion outstripping those of others: the Pope. The Vicar of Christ. The one who re-presents Him on Earth.
How does he not love Our Lord and His Bride? It is difficult for me to comprehend emotionally, even though I live with people who do not love either Him or Her.
I have long since come to the conclusion that he does not either believe in or love Him. I don't know if he ever has.
Some people, for whatever reason, don't have those supernatural gifts of faith and love. I suspect the Pope is one such person, based on his fruits.
I suppose I should be used to it by now, but it is still shocking for me to realize - daily - we are guided by an evil man, who is in turn guided by evil men.
All of whom do not love neither Him nor Her - either at all or as they should.
It is truly vomit- and tear-inducing.
May God help us, and strengthen our resistance, weathering this storm battering the Church of Christ.
We will survive this. But it will not be without blood, sweat, vomit, or tears.