I dreamed of Pope Francis. I was sitting next to him at an old wooden table, under a fig tree, a woman was spreading white sheets in the distance, it was a real Mediterranean atmosphere. Behind me, reporters asked him wildly, and I speculated on how to ask him the question of what makes an object, a tree, a person, a region sacred. But somehow I didn't get to the wording. I was always stuck, or someone was ahead of me.

The pope stood up, in a kind of suburban manner, as if he was just leaving a favela, and lit a cigarette. He secretly conjured it from his white attire. And he already went among the rustling canvases that had turned blue in the meantime, the sun shining behind him. As he moved away, the landscape became quieter and I felt that I was standing on holy ground.

In reality, this is what Budapest has become. The Pope was here among us, gliding between huge cars in his little Fiat and waving at us. He visited the poor, the homeless, the disabled, and he also visited politicians with significant earthly power, everywhere modestly, sensitively and cheerfully, overcoming his physical pains and encouraging us: life is beautiful, trust Christ with your cares, don't worry about tomorrow and don't be tormented you are constantly haunted by the cold remorse of the past. Live in the present as brothers, in peace, in poverty, sharing what you have, justly among yourselves. Doesn't the Lord also take care of the birds of the Earth? Live according to the divine plan!

We did not feel that the Holy Father came before us in royal splendor, but rather that he really came from the favelas of our souls with the message of Jesus walking among the poor, the downtrodden, the sick.

And the country and the world followed him. The profane spaces, objects, and people were filled with heavenly content, no loud words were heard from anywhere, no one protested or fried their political steak. No matter how religious he may have been, he joined the head of the church, perhaps even some of the atheists bowed their heads with humility.

Those who think that space-time has a homogeneous structure and that man is the anointed being to know it, could feel in these moments that God manifests himself in certain places, situations, objects and people.

Recently, a certain left-wing opinion leader, in his great arrogance, attributed a saying to a cardinal of the Christian Church that he did not say, or did not say. The point was that, according to Tóta, I don't believe W., even the Pope knows that in reality there is no God or heaven, it's all just a fiction, the popery of the masses, the intelligent and educated, such as the Holy Father, are atheists, because this is what they learned luxury, the others are left with blind faith.

Perhaps everyone remembers Satan lamenting from Bulgakov's masterpiece The Master and Margarita. We remember that he meets highly knowledgeable skeptics in Moscow who proudly proclaim that God does not exist. Both are educated, excellent men, employees of TÖMEGÍR, who think out loud like this: "man himself controls his own life".

However, Woland, the lord of the underworld, calms them down a bit:

“Sorry, in order for someone to be in charge, it is necessary to have precise plans for a somewhat not too short period of time. Well, let's say you can't make a plan for a thousand years... but that's still nothing, because you can't vouch for your own tomorrow either

...because he stumbles and falls under the tram more than once. Are you claiming that you ordered this yourself as well? Is it not more correct to believe that someone else had it?”

Well, we know the sequel, a few hours later Berlioz is indeed beheaded by a tram and a duel begins between good and evil to save the human soul. Jesus' struggle with evil, Pilate's struggle with the fact that he feels exactly that he lives under the pull of a divine force, yet he cannot let go of the violent laws of the world, which make his head hurt so much.

Well, deep down, everyone knows that we are part of a huge divine plan, and that our Lord Jesus obtained a sacrament for the forgiveness of sins. We are all under judgment and in constant need of the Lord's mercy. Neither psychology, nor all other sciences, nor skepticism can suspend this.

We know from Luke's Gospel that he who has received much has greater service (Luke 12:47-48). Our brother Ferenc also received a call from the Lord. If someone is given talent, it is their duty to put it at His service. Because life is not ours. We don't have it. Therefore, our only option is to stay on God's appointed path.

It is not easy to find this way. There are no bright signposts, and certainly even the greatest believers constantly struggle with doubt, which does not mean that they give up the path that leads to it all at once, but that they constantly search in their souls for their Creator.

The interpretation of the dream was not difficult for me, because Pope Francis, the Argentine bishop of the poor, under the blue and white flag, with the sun in the middle, proclaims exactly this. Let faith be an axis between you, do not start from the dusty universe, which "flares up according to measure and goes out according to measure", but let God be the measure. Pray for his grace. And you find him in yourselves, through love.

And what about cigarettes? Well, no one is innocent! Forgive each other!

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