Papal Visit

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It drives me crazy to hear people taking potshots at the Pope each and every time he comes to visit. I have a great friend - Karl - who is also upset by some of the members of the media poking fun at Christianity.

I don't get it. Why isn't there more tolerance in the world - of other people's beliefs, their love of the Yankees, and their views on conservatism or liberalism? We all seem to be a bit on edge in regard to what other people feel, or believe, or even love.

For God's sake - in the immortal words of Rodney King - "Can't we all just get along?"

The Pope wasn't visiting to stir up memories of the scandal in the Catholic Church. He wasn't here so the Yankees could play 18 straight road games without a day off (which is a whole 'nother subject). No, he was here to spread a message of love and tolerance - and for that every comedian or so-called journalist takes pot shots at him for everything from his hat to Moses parting the Red Sea.

If you don't believe it - keep your mouth shut! My friend, Karl, explained that every other religion seems to be free of such potshots - Muslim's will kill you for drawing a cartoon about their faith.

Yet it seems to me that it is much more than that. People show little tolerance for other people when they are filled with their own insecurities.

I watch Bill Maher on HBO - from time-to-time, I need to turn it off because he goes solidly overboard. His religious stance is nothing short of ridiculous - and even if he turns out to be right - why must he spout off about what other people believe?

The Pope explained that adherence to faith is a discipline that is not easily handled by every man. I guess he was speaking directly to Maher and all the other people who show little tolerance for their fellow man.

I don't care if you worship a rock in your backyard. If you believe in it and it makes you a better human being - Rock Bless You!

Get off the Pope's back!

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