Pope for a Chauffeur!

Pope Francis is on St. Peters throne and the world believes that he is different or a little more close to Jesus and His ways. Strange stories fly all over. Just see if this also fits.

A Pope was going to a store in Rome. He spoke to the driver. “You know” he said, “I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?” The driver said, “No problem. Have at it.” The Pope gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away the pope crossed his first speed trap and was caught. The long black limo was flying down at 110 in a 90 km/h road. The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving. He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. “I know we are supposed to enforce the law.... but I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.” The supervisor asked, “Is it the governor?” The young trooper said, “No, he's more important than that.” The supervisor said, “Oh, so it's the president.”  The young trooper said, “No, he's even more Important than that.” After a moment, the supervisor finally asked, “Well then, who is it?” The young trooper said, “I think it's Jesus, because he's got the Pope for a chauffeur!” 

The story however carries a great moral. People expect from a Christian, some of the good qualities that Jesus has suggested, from a Bishop, perhaps all the qualities. The world expects from each religionist, strict disciplines envisioned by their Scriptures. So far, there is a big gap between the limousine drivers of the day and the value they carries. Quite recently I came across another interesting creation. Here it is:

“Prisoner at the bar,” said the Grand Inquisitor, “you are charged with encouraging people to break the laws, traditions and customs of our holy religion. How do you plead?” “Guilty, Your Honour.” “And with frequenting the company of heretics, prostitutes, public sinners, the extortionist tax-collectors, the colonial conquerors of our nation-in short, the excommunicated. How do you plead?” “Guilty, Your Honour.” “Finally, you are charged with revising, correcting, calling into question the sacred tenets of our faith. How do you plead?” “Guilty, Your Honour.” “What is your name, prisoner?” “Jesus Christ, Your Honour.”

Joseph Mattappally