Jorge Bergoglio, now better known as Pope Francis, holds an impromptu press conference as he flies from Brazil to Rome and, in response to a question about gays in the priesthood, disarmingly asks, “Who am I to judge?”
In some quarters, that latest remark is greeted with a rolling of eyes and a deepening concern, especially about this particular man (one who would dare wash the feet of women), a concern that brings to mind the old line: Is the Pope Catholic? In other quarters, especially those of the more liberal, cafeteria bent (which, in Massachusetts, one of the most Catholic states in the nation, means — let’s face it — most adherents), there is near euphoria. Holy Pope John XXIII! The windows are open and the wind is blowing. Vatican III, here we come!