Like a child on Saturday morning waiting for his favorite cartoons to start, I eagerly awaited my chance to see the holiest of holies last Saturday afternoon. Granted, I wasn't the early bird that caught the worm as one could tell from my vantage point. Yet, if you squint just right, you can see the vague outline of the white collared man himself in the left of the Pope-mobile
Unlike that child from above I was left feeling a bit wanting. I've been to a Catholic church twice in my life. I know I should have known what to expect. I got what I paid for. A fleeting image of the head man himself, from half a block away, who nary turned in my direction, before Poof he passed my intersection. There were people shouting, crying, and whatever else Catholics do. I was left thinking what cult am I in the midst of.
After the "show" there was a noticeable drain from the crowd. It was as if everyone had the same thoughts, that was it?! Now what do I do? I don't feel any different. No one was miraculously healed, cripples didn't walk, and I have yet hear about any decrease in crimes, famines, or ethnic cleansings.
No, the lasting impression people had on their minds was now how the "F" do I get out of this Zoo. All the streets were blocked, subways weren't running, and so like the sheep we all were...we herded some more and reflected... "A once in a lifetime event."...
I should've slept in...
(Sorry for the no line spacing...Blogger won't let me fix this, even though the Html coding says I should have about 5 lines between each paragraph. Dennis!!! Help!!!)
2 comments:
when you lined up to "catch a glimpse", what were you expecting beyond a glimpse? transformers?
Wow, that would have been Phenomenal! I would have "settled" on Megan Fox though...
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