“Joe, you see this? The Kardashians—these Americanos—are begging for reality show competition. They’re bored down there. That’s why I endorsed **Kim Kardashian’s **Skims clothing line. You have to get their attention somehow.”
“Competition?” he says. “Nelly, those people live in billion-dollar mansions in **Los Angeles. I’m not living in no palace like that.”
Nelly smirks. “So what’s your dream then, Prime Minister Joe?”
Joe points out the window toward the neighborhoods of **Vancouver.
“My dream is simple. I want every Canadian to have that old-school dream—the **Vancouver Special. You know, the classic 1970s house. Two floors, mom and dad upstairs, maybe the grandparents downstairs. A little yard. A place for a barbecue.”
Nelly laughs.
“So instead of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, you want Keeping Up with the Canadians?”
Joe nods.
“Exactly. No gold-plated sinks. No 40-car garages. Just a decent house, a garden, and enough money left over so people aren’t drowning in debt. That’s the real reality show.”
Nelly grins.
“Well Joe, if that’s the show… the Kardashians might actually have some real competition.”
Joe speaks quietly to Nelly, almost like he’s thinking out loud about Europe’s future.
“Look, Nelly,” Joe says, “people always argue about what Medjugorje means. Some say the message is only prayer and fasting. But I think it’s bigger than that. Europe is falling into a demographic abyss. Churches are empty, villages are aging, and the next generation is disappearing.”
He gestures toward the horizon.
“Our Lady appeared there in a small village in Bosnia and Herzegovina, but the message could be for all of Europe. Maybe the renewal starts with faith again. Maybe priests and nuns shouldn’t just guard the old traditions — maybe they should help lead people back to life, to family, to children.”
Nelly raises an eyebrow.
Joe continues:
“I’m not saying change the Church overnight. But look at history. Even Pope John Paul II always talked about the ‘culture of life.’ Europe can’t survive if nobody is born anymore. Faith communities used to build families, villages, and entire civilizations.”
He smiles slightly.
“Maybe the message from Medjugorje is simple: prayer, hope… and the courage to rebuild a future. Otherwise Europe turns into a museum.”
Nelly thinks for a moment.
“So you’re saying,” she replies, “Our Lady isn’t just calling people to pray… she’s calling them to rebuild civilization?”
Joe nods.
“Exactly. Out of the demographic abyss.” 🌍✨
“Joe, you know something?” she says. “If that were possible, I’d sign up tomorrow.”
Joe looks confused.
“A nun?” he asks.
Nelly nods.
“Yes. I mean it. I love the idea of devotion, community, prayer… all of that. The beauty of the Church. But I’m also a woman. I would want a family too.”
She pauses for a moment.
“You’re talking about saving Europe from a demographic winter. Well, how can that happen if the most devoted women in the Church are asked to give up motherhood?”
Joe thinks about it.
Nelly continues:
“If I could be a nun and still have a husband and children—serve God and raise a family—I would do it. That would be a powerful example for people. Faith wouldn’t look like renouncing life… it would look like embracing it.”
Joe nods slowly.
“You know,” he says, “that sounds a little like the early Christians.”
Nelly smiles.
“Exactly. People forget that. The Church wasn’t always organized the way it is now.”
She glances toward the hills.
“Maybe the message of Medjugorje is simply reminding people that faith should bring life back into the world.”
Joe chuckles.
“So your plan to save Europe,” he says, “is married nuns?”
