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Requiescat in Pace


News of Pope Francis’ death broke just as I was about to go into a series of workshops I was taking part in in Derry/Londonderry yesterday as part of the Passion+ fringe festival to the Walled City Passion.

At the beginning of each of those workshops there was a brief period of silence.

And it struck me that silence was probably the best response.

The only verbal response to the death of Christ was a short statement by a Roman officer, which in many ways was the culmination of this year’s Walled City Passion narrative, yet was variously reported in the gospels, perhaps depending on their audience.

By contrast the internet and traditional media was filled with responses to Pope Francis’ demise, some carefully crafted for their intended audiences. Some vox pops offering people little time to reflect. Most respectful, even where their religious perspective or general worldview would have been widely different from that of the deceased. But a few that I saw were, frankly, appalling.

I refuse to give oxygen to the latter by naming them.

But it left me wondering for whose benefit any of those comments, even the glowing tributes were made?

Where they honoured the man – good.

Where they were a means of offering comfort and respect to those who mourn his loss – good.

But where they were more about the person, or organisation making the statement, even if it was laudatory rather than critical – I am not so sure.

Which left me wondering whether I should say or write anything.

I am the Superintendent of an organisation, Belfast Central Mission that seeks to support people at their point of need, regardless of creed, which is very much in keeping with the ideology of Pope Francis - but since both claim to be motivated by the mind of Christ, I would hope that we would be the case. And it isn't about us...

But I’ve got little or no audience waiting for my words, as the crowds waited for Francis’ words on Easter Day in St. Peter’s Square... and as many of those launching their words out into the ether seem to think they have, with greater or lesser legitimacy... 

I never got to meet the Pope, so I cannot insert myself into his story, as too many people conducting funeral services feel the need to do... 

The closest I got was the video of him offering a greeting for the 10th 4 Corners Festival recorded by our keynote speaker that year, Austen Ivereigh, his biographer and co-writer on his covid-era book “Let Us Dream...”

I loved that book, and indeed his other influential writings, not least his encyclical “Laudato Si’” – a rallying cry for the rescue of our shared home, the earth.

His advocacy for the earth, the poor, the marginalised, and for a greater openness to the other, whoever the other might be, appealed to me, and I dread the Catholic Church choosing to retreat into a reactionary conservatism, akin to the swing of the pendulum in so much of the rest of the world at present. His voice was an important contrast to that of so many of those in positions of power at present, trying to court popularity with easy answers to complex problems, sometimes claiming a spurious legitimacy to their actions in the name of democracy... which is actually the populism that the Pope frequently spoke out against, which stirs up fears and points out false foes... and I pray that we might listen to his words (with, perhaps from crafting by Austen Ivereigh) in his absence:

“Be careful of those who claim now to see the future with a kind of clarity and security. In crises "false Messiahs" always appear who ignore the freedom of the people to build their own future, and who close themselves to the action of God entering into the life and history of His people. God acts in the simplicity of open hearts, in the patience of those who pause until they can see clearly.” (Let us Dream 61)

So perhaps, as I said earlier, the best response is simply to pause and be silent…

Selah

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