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Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Twenty-five years with John Paul II.

From the New Yorker:

It’s been a long papacy, beginning, a quarter century ago, in a humility so genuine and tender, and so exotically not Italian, that Charlotte the saintly spider could have spun her “humble” over the white cap that Karol Wojtyla put on when he became Pope John Paul II. This pope was the voice of the fall of Communism and much of the moral courage behind it. He was the voice of reconciliation between the Roman Catholic Church and two millennia of excoriated Jews. But for years he’s been ill, and today he is in every way incapacitated, beholden to his oldest obsessions, his harshest dicta, and his most reactionary keepers . . .

Read it all; it's quite good.

("This world," Jane Kramer, New Yorker 11.3.03)

Copyright © 2003 by Philocrites | Posted 29 October 2003 at 8:34 AM

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