Pope Francis is dreaming.
PF: Pope Celestine! Are we in Heaven?
PC: No my son. I am in Heaven. You are on Earth dreaming.
PF: That is disappointing.
PC: Is the papacy becoming a burden for you?
PF: Some days. My health is not the best and those darn gringo bloggers get on my nerves.
PC: You could always resign as I did.
PF: Never! Pause. Do you think I should?
PC: That is for you to decide my son.
PF: Why did you resign?
PC: I was a simple hermit at heart. I was elected to resolve a two year impasse in the selection of a Pope. I quickly realized I was over my head and wished to return to my simple life. Cardinals kept pressing me to resign, including that arch villain who succeeded me, Benedetto Caetani. Rather than allow me to resume the life of a hermit, he tossed me into gaol where I died two years later.
PF: A grim story. My predecessor resigned and I often envy the easy life he has now.
PC: Well my son I can’t tell you what to do, but I believe I know what God wants you to do.
PF: Yes, Holiness?
PC: God wants you to—and with that a bolt of lightning striking Saint Peter’s woke the Pope.
“Woke” the Pope?