Sometimes I wonder if I have too much fun at Christians’ expense on here. I’m fully aware that I tend to hammer on that topic a lot, and I’m sure turns more than a few people away from reading anything I write. But then I come across a story like this and…it’s like Christmas. This one’s an absolute stunner — pure woo-woo insanity from beginning to end. It’s the kind of thing that makes blogging fun. Let’s watch!
While addressing Congress on Thursday, Pope Francis took a sip of water from a glass at his side. Afterwards, Congressman Bob Brady stole the glass, brought it back to his office, and drank from it.
Holy shit. Do go on, I simply must know more!
“I’m sure it’s blessed if the Pope drank out of it. Why not?” Brady said. “If not, I’m saying it is.” (It’s not.) “I’m considering it as holy water. I’m not checking with anybody. I don’t want to know. Some things it’s better not to know,” the congressman said. “I mean, the Pope drank out of it, the Pope handled it… It’s good enough for me.” (Okay. But it’s not.)
OK, look. I know not all Christians are this nutty. This guy’s on a deeper level of self-delusion than most people can hope to achieve in a lifetime. But he’s a Congressman, an elected leader and lawmaker. I would hope that those people are held to a higher standard of rationality and sanity than this, but maybe that’s being too optimistic. And it continues:
Brady told the Daily News that he poured the rest of the water into a bottle, saving it to bless his four grandchildren and his great-granddaughter. Also, he is keeping the glass in a brown paper bag, and plans to ask Philadelphia police to dust it for fingerprints to prove its authenticity.
The guy’s a fuckin’ nutjob, no other way to put it. He’s living in a delusional reality where magical powers are somehow transferred via water, and he hopes to somehow absorb some of those magical powers by drinking from the Pope’s glass. Nothing batshit crazy about that, is there? Does he realize his subconscious desire to touch his lips to the Pope’s lips?
However, with that “I don’t want to know” comment I think even he might wonder if he’s completely full of shit. And yet he chooses magical thinking over reality anyway, because it feels good. Should we have people like this running our country?
(And I kid you not: as I type this, my husband started playing Madonna’s “Holy Water” in the other room. I’m 100% serious. Heeeee…)