Pope Francis requires us remaining Missionaries of Mercy to return to Rome just now for what he has in the past called “Phase Two”. Not sure what that’s about, perhaps just a bit of a review, a bit of encouragement regarding the peripheries. As Paul says, these peripheries are precisely what I’ve set myself to be about as a priest. But maybe now, besides the special faculties, perhaps there will be something more about dealing with corrupt organizations.
As long time readers know, I’ve always had interesting times in my travels, and that Main State and the FBI both warned me about this because of a certain difficulty with my identity: “Who are you anyway?” But recently I’ve been able to establish myself as myself with success:
- When I got my CCW the other year, my jumps through extensive background checks at local, state and federal levels went just fine.
- When, just some months ago, I put in a certain case to the FBI and a bit later asked why it was taking a number of weeks to hear back, I was told that multiple levels and varieties of investigations on me – much more extensive – had to take place first. That happened. Passed just fine. Not that that’s a surprise. But good to know.
- When I put in for my Federal “Gold Star” I.D. just the other week – so, just before getting on the plane – all went well again. It just came in the mail just in time, 38 hours ago as of this writing. So, that’s recent enough.
So it looks like I’m good to go as me, as it were, so to speak. However, I note that my requested seat on Delta out of Atlanta has been changed on me at the last second. I’m sure it happens to everyone all the time. It sure does to me. I can’t remember a time that some official of some kind didn’t have a difficulty at the last second with the seat I had previously chosen or previously been assigned. That’s O.K. with me. I’m a sheeple all the way, the most boring uneventful just-fall-asleep person ever.