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Frank Cotolo
May 15, 2014 |
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The other day there was a knock on my front door. When I opened the door to see who was there I
almost fainted. I mean, who expects the Pope to come to your house, right?
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"Pope Frank," I said.
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"Francis," the Pope said.
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"You can call me Frank, too, Pope."
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"No, I mean to say I don't go by the name of Frank, it's Francis."
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"Well whatever," I said with a smile, "come on in. I was just putting on a pot of coffee. Do Popes
drink coffee?"
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"Some do, some don't."
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"Do you want tea?"
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"I don't want a beverage," he said, sitting down in my small dining room. "I want to tell you about
the Catholic church."
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"Yeah, but in person? I'm impressed. Wait, is this a random visit or did you really come to see me?"
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"I came to see you. We do research at the Vatican and choose people to visit. Others we just phone."
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I offered him some potato chips from a bag I had opened earlier. He refused and motioned for me to
sit down next to him.
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"So why me?" I said.
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"You are a communicator, you have a gift, you speak from your heart."
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"We are alike in those ways. But you have a great message. I got nothin'."
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"Not so. Our messages are similar. When you tell people to wake up because it is night, I applaud.
That is what I am saying, just not in the same way."
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"But you can say what you say in many languages. I got nothin'."
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