The last time, it was Bob Dole, that crashed my dreams. This morning, Pope Francis was there. Along with some of the higher ranking cardinals on his staff. I’m not Catholic, so I’m not versed in church hierarchy.
Right before, I woke up–they were in my bedroom; standing beside my bed, talking. A flock (word choice?) of eight or nine cardinals, found room to mill about and chat. My bedroom isn’t small, but it isn’t conference room size, either.
The group ran out of topics to discuss, made their way to the door. It was a lot like, parishioners, departing, after regular Sunday Mass; complimenting the Good Father, for meaningful words, and wishing him well.
It was departing words, between Pope Francis, and his most-trusted staff member–that I found most compelling. Right before exiting–Pope Frances, gave him a hug and said, “I love you. ” The Cardinal answered–without hesitation, “I love you, too–Brother.”
Many people have no concept of what the word “love” really means. The powerful four-letter word, pulsed through my body, like an electric shock. No further explanation was needed.
At that moment, I knew Pope Francis’s words, were honest, genuine–from the heart. I answered back, “I love you–Brother,” and meant every word.