Believe me, I am as surprise as you. I have been sitting here, praying if you will, thinking that at any point my phone will ring and some super important alter boy will tell me I must get my butt to Rome because, “yes sir, you must be the newest Pope, sir.”
Of course, that did not happen. So, stop calling me and stop emailing. I am not the pope.
I will change my current outgoing voicemail message, and I’m sorry if I offended any serious Catholics over the past week or so. I’m pretty sure Jesus has a sense of humor.
So, I will again go into hiding until the job opens up again. I’m relatively young, being 28 again this year, so I can remain, your Pope in waiting, unofficially.