I'm a trustee of a Buddhist charity and was at the temple today, since you ask.
Baptised as a baby in the Church of England, I went to Sunday school for 10 years — until I was asked to leave at 14 by the Superintendent, who said my refusal to be Confirmed, and the doubt I was spreading, was infecting the class.
I'll never forget going home and telling my parents, "They've kicked me out."
Which felt surreal, given that one of my earliest memories was making felt pictures of the Nativity.
Sad news about the Pope though — he truly seemed like the real thing.
A King of Kings in the most meaningful sense — not through power or pageantry, but through humility, compassion, and service.
He shunned the grandeur and wealth so often associated with the upper echelons of the Catholic Church, choosing instead to walk alongside the poor, the marginalised, and the forgotten.
He spoke plainly, lived simply, and carried himself with a kind of grace that didn't demand attention — it earned it.
In a world where so many leaders cling to status and spectacle, he stood apart by embracing the essence of what spiritual leadership should be.