Pope Francis visited us here in Philadelphia this weekend, bringing with him a spiritual magic that seems to have spread into even the most hopeless corners. Can you feel it in California? In Canada? I hope so.
The most moving moment for me was this morning as I watched him visit a prison and speak so genuinely: powerful and empowering words. He spoke to those prisoners - not as the dregs of humanity - but with great love in his voice and sadness for them and their families.
Why didn't he speak to the victims? Yes, of course. He spoke to the prisoners because that's where the crimes begin: with the criminals. By speaking to them, he address the root. He spreads hope in the root. And love.
He reaches down below the ground and blesses the very beginnings of life and nurtures it there.
Our world has been in need of a Visionary for some time now and here he is. Ghandi, King, Einstein, Francis. I believe Obama is a Visionary. That Maya Angelou was a Visionary. Eleanor Roosevelt. There are some Larger an d Lesser, male and female. You and me.
We can all try very hard to be visionaries. Imagine a future that is bright and hopeful and more beautiful that the present. Affect your own corner of the world with kindness and humility. Offer hope when you can and a kind word. Pay It Forward. I almost wish I were Catholic - wry grin.
I'll be back with art on Wednesday. Thanks for stopping by and indulging me. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Pope Francis and Visionaries. Maybe I'll devote some time this week to writing about it in my journal.