Pope asks the Lord to give us the gentleness to look upon the poor
Kneeling Man: Oi, God! The Pope wants me to ask you something.
God: What’s that, Neel?
KM: Can I have the gentleness please?
God: Sure. Have as much as you like.
KM: Is there no limit? I thought I might have to do something for it. Like say a few Hail Marys or something.
God: No, you can go for it. The only problem with having too much gentleness is people may start to take advantage of you.
KM: But if I’m really meek, I’ll end up inheriting the earth won’t I?
God: Yes, of course. But not until after you’re dead.
KM: How does that work?
God: Mysteriously. You do inherit the earth. Just not in this lifetime.
KM: Right. Okay. Anyway I suppose I’m going to need a bit more gentleness. I can understand the poor. They’ve got no dosh. Been there myself once or twice. And I’m not afraid of them, so I’m sort of half way there, but loving them? Is that strictly necessary?
God: Well, not in a physical sense, no.
KM: Thank Christ for that.
God: I’ll let him know.
KM: Cheers. About the devoid of calculation bit?
KM: I don’t think I ever do calculations when I see poor people. I mean they’ve got nothing, so there’s nothing to add up, is there?
God: I don’t think that’s what the Pope meant by that.
KM: Well what did he mean?
God: I’m not sure. Leave it with me.
KM: Okay, thanks, God.
God: Sleep well, my son.