Wherein the Pope Waves at Me

A picnic lunch in the middle of the road, sitting under the watch of a policeman for two hours, feet kicking my bum while I stretch out on blacktop: it doesn't sound like  a great night.

But when Benedict XVI passed by, I jumped and waved like a preteen meeting Justin Bieber. I had thought I would cry, but instead, shocked that I'd seen one of my favorite spiritual writers, the leader of my Church, the symbol of our unity, I turned to Mrs. Bird: "Wha-wha - did you see that? That was the POPE! That was the Pope!"

Posted by Sarah