I needed Pope Francis.  And not only because I'm part of the
Catholic Church and we were without a shepherd . . . I mean I
needed him because I'm sinful, and broken, and I need a constant
reminder of how to be like Christ.  I have been awestruck by him
from the first moment he walked out onto the balcony, to the
last news article I read about him.  God knows how many split
ends I have, how often I cringe when people chew ice, and where
I'm going to be in 5 years. He understands me and you – His
people – and He knew exactly what kind of father-figure we
needed to lead us. So He gave us Pope Francis . . .  Because
we're self-absorbed  You know it's true. We all love ourselves a
little too much sometimes. Proof: the most popular websites are
social media sites that scream 'look at me and how great my life
is.' Given the choice we'll choose comfort, warmth, food, and
then diet pills, all for the sake of our own happiness and
image.  It's easier to have an attitude than to set yourself
aside, and to live on superf