The Pope is Peruvian and since Peru is a country as dispossessed of joys, they do not ask us to make bitter distinctions of the punctatory biographer that uses that phrase so soulless and horrible that it has sounded hundreds of times on this day: “Naturalized Peruvian.” It has a Peruvian DNI that does not expire as the annotation that appears in the copies of its document that has been viralized, nor will it expire its Peruvianness. A Peruvian was born where Doris Gibson of Arequipeños is well remembered.
Everyone knows that he was born in Chicago, but who cares about that boring fact of whether he was a fan of the cubs or the White Sox, nothing happens to admit that he could be born in Chiclayo or Trujillo in the Peruvian north, because when he had to improvise it he did in the language that every human being always improvises, the one in which he conveys emotions or sorrows, and Pope Leo chose to do it in a smooth Spanish, remembering the legions of parishioners who accompanied him for decades of pastoral work in Peru.
They do not ask for any reaction contained from Peruvians. In just thirty minutes there were already hundreds of shared photographic records, the faithful began to dust off all the childhood albums to show us the color photos of the eighties, where a chiny boy appeared with a gesture of reco and a contained smile that if one did not know would attribute only to the shyness more than to serenity. Almost always vintage prints in Chulucanas show it with a pole and a cross hanging from the neck. “It’s my godfather,” said a northern teenager whose proud mother showed Robert Prevost’s photos as if he were discovering the Rosetta stone.
One of the last images that are recorded by Pope Leo XIV in Peru show it with huge rain boots and flooded amid the floods that had ravaged to the north of the country while promoting a campaign to support those affected by that tragedy. I do not know many Peruvian shepherds who have gotten into the mud to help people, on the contrary, there are those who unduly took advantage of ecclesiastical privileges to get their institutions to accumulate wealth and swell their coffers as happened with the already disappeared sodalicio of Christian life.
In strong times for the Church in Peru that had been hit precisely by the scandal of abuse inside the sodalicio, which undressed the complicit and complicit attitude of so many prelates that passed by in this infamous case, for many of the main victims of this emblematic case, the election of Leo XIV has been a relief. This is witnessed by the photos that José Enrique Escardó uploaded – first complainant of the sodalicio – with the now Pope with very hopeful messages, and a fascinating interview with Pedro Salinas – the journalist who managed They began to demolish Prevost days before starting the conclave.
Salinas not only threw the accusations against Premost by demonstrating his falsehood, but those same defamatory portals have erased their publications so as not to leave any trace, rather than embarrassed because they do not know the shame, completely frightened of being evidenced by their Chabacana Matonia that surely intimidates in the Peruvian courts, but that only deserves a laugh in Rome. As always happens with all those stupid papates who defended the sodalicio, the shot came out of the cylinder head and Premost was chosen as quickly as happily, so, if I wanted to achieve a more complacent result with their patterns, have thought better before.
Of all the Holy Fathers of the Church, San Agustín is the one that has always moved me more because I did not have an impeccable resume. When you read your Confessions, One vividly understands that he knew more than anyone who was one of those saints who had the very cochino overall. And, that is why his theology of love was always insurmountable, beyond the cosmic order and the perfection of truth, it is difficult not to move before the theology of the love of the Bishop of Hippo. So much will have moved that even more brilliant unbelievers were dazzled, if not asked Hannah Arendt, who dedicated his doctoral thesis to understand his concept of love. Pope Leo XIV comes from those quarries, so his proximity to Francisco is not a reverence for a power slice, but a daily way of understanding the world. The world under the rule of St. Augustine in which Pope Leo XIV lived as Augustine is not the world where sin horrifies and petrifies, but where he is assumed as a daily part of our human trajín, and dissolves in the incandescence of love that knows how to build bridges. That allegory of the bridge and love is the one that repeated the most in his message today Leo XIV.
If it is called León, it is by the name of the most fenced friend of Francisco de Asís when he founded his first community, that is, the reverence to the social education of Leo XIII that was the first not only to officially initiate what over the years would be called the social doctrine of the Church that is nothing other than the vision of the teaching on secular matters such as the economy and politics, it is unimportant for now; The hopeful, in any case, is that both hypotheses are comforting.
Son of migrants, very sensitive to the precarious conditions suffered by those who roam fleeing hunger or war, have not hesitated to criticize the radical positions of the US government, which should not have sitting anything well where everyone has signed the knee before Trump. But few things say both about a bishop and its episcopal motto, “In that one one” which is nothing other than an invitation to remain in unity as with the Trinity. In times where some want to build walls, how healthy it is to always have popes that want to extend bridges, in times where political polarization seeks to pray in opposite poles abandoned to our fate, it is good news to have a pontiff who prefers unity without stopping denouncing violence or injustice.
Probably in the next few days Peru will be unbearable, they know how to understand the Latin Quarter, rarely one can boast a Pope. We are not going to spare in memes and viral videos, nothing will be enough. That, if your favorite dish is ceviche, rice with duck or dry; that, if he was a alliance or aurich fan; That, if you preferred the mazamorra, the nougat or the “King Kong”. All will be beautiful attributes in a pontificate so rejuvenated that he has again looked at Latin America again. Only in this neighborhood we could have put two in line leaving everyone happy. Hopefully his pontificate is fruitful in a world governed by oligarchs and Billionaires alpha male who dominate the public debate with a toxicity made at the tip of steroids and ketogenic diets to live forever, even if they do not have the most pilgrim idea of how to live. We are orphans of ordinary leaders who before showing the size of their electric saw to hide other more human deficiencies, presumed how many deaths they avoided, how much hunger they relieved, how much abuse they fought; Anyway, how much hope they left us.
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