Conclave? Conclave! Am I right?
Today was all conclave, all the time in school. The kids watched the Procession of the Cardinals in their pajamas (the kids were in their pajamas. Not the Cardinals.), then they got ready to have a Conclave of their own.
|Sistine Chapel, ghetto-style|
A Sistine Chapel was constructed, sheets of newspaper scribbled red and hastily made into birettas, and voting cards with "Eligo in Summum Pontificum" printed up.
The cardinals lined up on either side of the schoolroom-turned-chapel, maintained heroic levels of silence, and cast their votes.
The silence! Man, if I could have fixed the voting somehow to stretch the conclave out longer, just for the silence.
But it wasn't to be. While the world outside caught this predictable view:
|chimney belching black smoke, obvi|
Donaldson Conclave reached 2/3rds majority with the first vote. Not surprisingly, the new Pope was none other than Cardinal Jude, who took the papal name of Pope Awesome I. He greeted the crowd for the Urbi et Orbi with a subdued manner:
Head over to Aleteia and read it, will you? And please please please, weigh in on the John XXIII vs. Pius XI matchup, since cutting either one of them feels more wrong than kicking a kitten.
Meanwhile, my yard is no longer snow covered, but it is a giant mud pit, so finding something green for this week's Theme Thursday is going to be a challenge.
Later, Pope Awesome is trying to sneak out of the house to slide down our backyard mudslide. In his underwear.