The Pope

I feel like I grew up when media romanced nuns. The Sound of Music and The flying Nun were some of my first memories of movies and tv. I was fascinated by the Catholic Church. I have learned a few things about the church in my years. 

My favorite was on my mission. A Catholic priest invited us to visit with him one afternoon. I'm not sure what my expectation of that experience were, but I was humbled by what transpired. We sat a quietly listened to a priest tell us that he didn't believe that the church was true. It was good, but not true. He told us that he was from Italy and his only hope of getting back there was doing his job. To be honest, I don't know if we  even responded. I know we prayed together at the end. 

I was saddened by the passing of the Pope this week because he had a good heart. His mission seemed to be to take care of those who were less fortunate. A very good man. 

I made a comment on Facebook about how awkward it must of been for Donald Trump at the funeral because he didn't have any friends there. I had a troll comment back that he was there honoring the Pope unlike me. 

Okay, maybe he was there to honor the Pope. I feel like it was a photo opportunity or a power play, to remind everyone that he is responsible for the worldwide economic downfall. But hey, he sells Bibles and is owned by Christian groups. I could be wrong...

But honoring the Pope stuck with me. I worked in the community soup kitchen this week and donated to the food pantry. I feel like this was honoring the Savior and maybe the Pope.

I like the idea that we do something to honor the Pope with  service to others. 

Loving the beauty of someones work many years ago 

Spring in Idaho is a rollercoaster....

Wind, wind, cold, warm.....

Hang on....