You're asking ME what's going on? MOI? Like, I SO do not know what's going on!
(I think, though that you suggested that I was surgically brain damaged. Maybe that was it. It is of course, an intolerable slight. I come by my brain damage naturally and through my own efforts, thank you.)
Instead of being even aggressive enough to ask a question, let me make my case a little.
YES, it certainly seems bizarre that a group of highly unlikely people clustered around a man in a white dress (and pradas, or so I hear) would be The Church.
But then it's pretty bizarre that God would chose a wandering Aramean, or the descendants of 12 brothers, some of whom sold one of them into slavery because they found him obnoxious, all of whom were sons of someone more wily than virtuous to be his chosen.
And then he gives them a thin strip of land upon which the powerful and rich wiped their feet on their ways from their own rich countries to those of their peers. And He calls this the land of Promise!
Once a maiden of Nazareth (a hole in the wall distinguished for, uh, well, nothing) hears a message from an angel, when there were great peoples in India, China, Persia, and Rome ...
Then, to me, the highly unlikely See of Rome seems not more unlikely than the whole shebang.
I am certain you know it was not meant as a personal insult or attack. In fact, I like you. (Don't understand you at times but still I like you. :)
If it insulted you I apologize - sincerely!