I read the final speech of Francis the Talking Pope after his mess of a synod. I have no idea what the hell he is talking about, except that Mr Compassion and Humility likes to scold everyone in sight.
What an embarrassing disaster.
He is the master of confusion.
And along with the tellingly disempowering metaphor of "accompaniment," we have his discovery of "the God of surprises." One I never heard of.
The man is a pontifical dog's breakfast.