As Pope Francis stepped onto the balcony, my tears welled, even though . . . .
He smiled easily. He joked a bit, his voice soft and small against the storms awaiting him. One old man, shouldering the hopes of a billion people. When he asked us to pray for him, I closed my eyes along with the faithful crowded into St. Peter's Square, even though . . . .
Thich Nhat Hahn said, "Call me by my true names."
For now, before my opinions reclaim my attention, call me catholic.