In my misty fundamental beginnings, that would have been considered somewhat improper, although worthwhile. But then we saw no problem with playing the “Find the Pope in the Pizza”contest on Saturday Night Live. Go figure.
BTW, they could find the MOST ingenious places to hide the Pontiff, he would simply melt away into the background of cheese and pepperoni like nothing I’ve ever seen, brilliant culinary camouflage, absolutely brilliant!
He’s having a little trouble hiding from the press after these last several statements though. Perhaps a dab of mozzarella is in order.
If only there had not been a little thing called the Great Schism… or the Reformation, or the next Reformation, or the next Reformation, or the Reformation after that, or… those widening ripples in the pond that just won’t ever stop…
“Why can’t we all just get along?”