As I write this, it is Monday morning, and I learned just a few hours ago about the death of Pope Francis. This is a moment of great mourning for the people of the Catholic Church, as well as so many others throughout the world who loved and looked up to him.
I remember the day when he was elected, and it was announced that he had chosen the name Francis. What a shock. First of all, the first pope from the Americas (Argentina), the first Jesuit pope, and the first pope to take the name of Francis. No one else had ever dared to take that name, because it carries so much weight and responsibility. But he faithfully lived out that name.
Francis spoke often of “the Church of the peripheries.” He was deeply concerned about those on the outside, the marginalized, the poor, the rejected, the unwanted. He also spoke of the Church as a field hospital that exists to care for the broken and wounded children of God.
The Holy Father defended the lives of the unborn, the rights and dignity of migrants and refugees and called the nations of the world to work for peace. Perhaps surprisingly, he was concerned about climate change and the disastrous consequences it will have on our world, especially on the poor.