Yesterday the frantic reading, interviewing, and typing. Today the reflection.
As more than one Catholic pundit stated, Pope Francis has dropped the Bomb on tradition-loving Catholics. Benedict Ambrose and I are tradition-loving Catholics, so it felt as though the roof had fallen in. The windows blew out. The floor buckled.
Remembering the morning I woke poor B.A. up to tell him that Pope Benedict had–not died, nobody had died–resigned, I telephoned him to tell him what Pope Benedict’s successor had done. B.A. was in a lovely historical garden, praying the rosary. He came home and spent the day on his computer while across the hall I interviewed liturgical experts. Kwasniewski sounded stunned. Di Pippo wouldn’t talk to me until he had calmed down.