John Paul II: A Personal Portrait of the Pope and the Manby Raymond Flynn, Robin Moore
The former U. S. ambassador to the Vatican gives a personal, inspiring and intimate portrait of John Paul II and his revolutionary term as Pope.
Drawing on years of personal interaction with the pope, and on his unique understanding of the intersection of Catholicism and politics, former US. ambassador to the Vatican and mayor of Boston Raymond Flynn shows how John… See more details below
The former U. S. ambassador to the Vatican gives a personal, inspiring and intimate portrait of John Paul II and his revolutionary term as Pope.
Drawing on years of personal interaction with the pope, and on his unique understanding of the intersection of Catholicism and politics, former US. ambassador to the Vatican and mayor of Boston Raymond Flynn shows how John Paul II changed the papacy, perhaps forever.
Unlike any other pope, and indeed, unlike any other person, John Paul II has reached out, creating dialogue or creating uproar, but always striving to unite the human community. Flynn (with co-author Robin Moore, the bestselling author of The French Connection) gives an intimate, compelling, and comprehensive portrait of John Paul II's controversial papacy, from his origins in Poland to his impact on the American people and their politics, and his travels to the far corners of the world.
About the Authors:
Raymond Flynn served as US. Ambassador to the Vatican from 1993-1997, and as the mayor of Boston from 1984-1993. He hosts a daily, nationally syndicated political radio talk show, and lives in Boston with his wife and six children.
Robin Moore is the best-selling author of The French Connection and The Green Berets, as well as more than thirty other novels and nonfiction books. He lives with his wife in Concord, Massachusetts.
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A Polish cardinal talks about dockworkers in a church in Boston
The first time I met Karol Wojtyla was in September 1969. I was running for public officestate representative from South Boston, Massachusettsfor the first time, and I got a call from a friend of mine, Joe Aleks, who was very active in Boston's Polish American community.
"Ray," he said, "they're having a time down at St. Adalbert's in Hyde Park on Sunday. If you want to get the Polish vote, you oughta be there." Before I had a chance to ask any questions, Joe hung up. But I had enough confidence in his political instincts that when Sunday came around I headed out to St. Adalbert's.
A "time" in Boston political, social, and religious circles is any event or reception that is held to honor someoneliving or dead. People are judged by whose "times" they attend, just as the person being honored is judged by the attendance at their "time." It was only when I got to St. Adalbert's that evening that I found out that this "time" was being held for the Archbishop of Kraków, the first Polish cardinal ever to visit the United States.
I have to admit, I didn't know anything about the guest of honor. But I did know the person hosting the event, Richard Cardinal Cushing of Boston. Like me, Cushing had been born and raised in "Southie" (South Boston). When I was a kid, I sold him his newspaper from my spot at the corner of Broadway and Dorchester Street in Andrew Square and I remembered that when Archbishop Cushing wasmadecardinal, everybody in the neighborhood was so proud that one of our own had become a prince of the church. As the years went by everybody in the whole city of Boston came to love the gravel-voiced, craggy-faced archbishop, famous for his wisecracks and for mixing politics and religion.
During the Mass that preceded the reception that evening, Cardinal Cushing gave the guest of honor a warm welcome. He praised Cardinal Wojtyla's strong leadership in Poland during "this difficult hour." He talked about how Wojtyla was close to the "working classes" because he had worked in a chemical factory as a young man. He told those attending the Mass about the cardinal's standing up to the Communist government and getting the first church in the new "worker's city" of Nowa Huta. Turning to look at his Polish colleague, he also described how students and intellectuals flocked to him by the thousands.
I was impressed by Cardinal Cushing's introduction of this Polish cardinal. I was even more impressed by what I heard afterward, at the reception, while I was waiting on the line to meet him. "He's quite a guy," one of the priests from Our Lady of Czestochowa parish in South Boston told me. "They say he was in the Polish underground during the war. Afterward, he was a theology and philosophy teacher before he became a bishop."
I began to pay more attention to this special visitor. He was a handsome, solidly built man with a wide, open face and clear eyes. There was a kind of glow, a shining look that emanated from his face. He seemed comfortable "working the room," as we call it in politics. He stood at the end of the receiving line in the parish hall after some priests, monsignors and bishops and next to Cushing. As people came up, he'd speak to them, sometimes in Polish, sometimes in English.
"How are you? Good to meet you. Good to see you," I heard him say to people ahead of me as I waited to be introduced to him. Some peoplepoliticians, priests, celebritiesaren't really all that comfortable with the "pressing the flesh" side of the business, but this guy seemed to like it.
When it came my turn to meet this Cardinal Wojtyla, Cardinal Cushing introduced me by saying, "Your Eminence, this is one of my neighbors from South Boston, Ray Flynn. Ray was a good athlete in school, a basketball player." The cardinal from Poland nodded his head to show he understood. "An athlete?" he said. "I was a soccer player myself."
Then Cushing, as if thinking of something less trivial and more appropriate to say, added, "Ray's father is a dockworker. He helps us run the Communion breakfasts. Sometimes we get a thousand people at them." The Boston cardinal was referring to the annual Communion breakfast at St. Vincent de Paul Church. Back then, before containerization and automation, thousands of men made their living on the docks of the port of Boston, and many priests worked closely with them, not just in religious issues but on issues of employment, working conditions, and wages. It was very much like the world captured in the movie On the Watefront, where Karl Malden portrays a priest who tries to help keep the dockworkers' union from being taken over by gangsters.
Cardinal Wojtyla was shaking my hand when Cardinal Cushing made the comment about my father, and the Polish cardinal wouldn't let go. He squeezed it as if he recognized a connection, as if we had something in common. "Dockworkers," he said, in his halting English. "Much work ... very difficult ... not safety on the ships."
I was startled by his words. I knew all about the "not safety," the dangerous conditions. My father had gone to our parish priest for help when he and his fellow workers suffered bites from the spiders and other insects that attached themselves to the animal hides they unloaded from South America. My wife's father, who was also a dockworker, had been injured when a roll of sheet steel had fallen on his leg. After that, he was never able to work again. I had worked on the docks myself, alongside my fatheruntil he convinced me to go to college and find a different line of work. I was surprised that this Polish cardinal would comment on the dockworker's life, but I shouldn't have been. Years later, I would discover that Father Wojtyla's first published article, in the Polish Catholic weekly Tygodnik Powszechny in 1949, concerned the worker-priest movement on the docks of Marseilles in France.
I would have liked to talk more with the guest of honor. But it was time for me to move on. There was a long line behind me. As I left him, I heard one of the priests introduce the next person in line, an older woman from the parish. "... and this is Mrs...., Your Eminence. She made the dumplings." As he said this, the priest pointed to the table on the other side of the room overflowing with various dishes of Polish food. The smell of it allthe kielbasa, kapusta, and golumbkibrought back memories of growing up in the Polish section of South Boston around Andrew Square before my family moved to an area called City Point. It obviously brought back memories for our special guest, too.
"The Polish in America have not forgotten how to cook," Cardinal Wojtyla said. "It is all good. Too good!" he said, patting his stomach. "My clothes won't fit me when I get back to Kraków." Everyone laughed at the cardinal's joke, including the cardinal himself. Once again I was surprised. Most of the Polish priests I knew from Our Lady of Czestochowa and other parishes were more reserved and much less outgoing. This guy was more like an Irish priest in the way he interacted with people and joked around, even with people he had never met.
Somebody brought a baby to be blessed, and the cardinal took it willingly and confidently, not like a lot of priests I'd seen, who were nervous when handling babies. Cardinal Wojtyla held up the baby and made faces at it and got the child to laugh. The cardinal didn't seem self-conscious, didn't seem to take himself too seriously. Cardinal Cushing looked on, approvingly, since Cushing himself loved to clown around and wear funny hats. This Polish cardinal seemed to have that same confidence and sense of humor. He also appeared to have a kind of inner peace about him, a serenity. He wasn't rushing anybody. He talked to people as long as they had something to say. He didn't just nod to them while looking beyond them to the next person in line. And when he was done with one person, he accorded the next person the same special treatment, as if he or she were the only one in the room. The cardinal didn't appear to be in a hurry. He seemed glad to be there, in that room, in that part of the world. He seemed comfortable, as though he were part of the family. As a would-be politician who was still not all that comfortable in these kinds of settings, I realized I could learn something from this guy.
"Yes, and where are you from? Where is your family from?" Cardinal Wojtyla asked person after person in the line. "When did they come? Do you write to them? Have you ever been back?" When someone said they were from Kraków, I saw the cardinal's eyes light up. "What's the name again?" He would ask, and "where does your family live?" He didn't just ask one question, he posed follow-up queries. He seemed like an uncle from Poland who hadn't seen the rest of his family, those who had come to America, in many years.
"How old?" he asked someone who brought children up to meet him. Then, bending down to the kids: "Do you like school? Do you study hard?" Then, standing up and talking to the parents again, he said, "Do you teach them Polish? It is good for children to know their language. And to know God loves them."
In South Boston, we frequently had visitors, including priests and bishops, from Ireland. Many people in the neighborhood still had family in the Auld Sod and visited back and forth all the time. I remember thinking, after I had already gone through the receiving line and was standing off to the side, how different it must be for Polish Americans. They couldn't go back and forth that easily. I didn't know what the rules were about writing letters or sending money. Many Polish Americans were founding prosperous, middle-class families in this generation. I didn't know if they could share their prosperity with their families back in Communist Eastern Europe. I made a mental note to find out more about what they were going through.
The reception continued. It was very informal, very lighthearted, as if everyone was taking a cue from the guest of honor. A band began to play polka music. People were laughing. Children were running around underfoot. It was more like a wedding reception than a party for a visiting church dignitary. I took advantage of the opportunity to talk with all my old neighbors and remind them I was running for state representative. But I keep looking over my shoulder at this visiting cardinal. I remember wondering how America must seem to him. When this was all over we'd get in our cars and drive back home, get up tomorrow morning, and go to work in a free countryand take it all for granted. Life must have been so different for him, growing up under the Nazis and then becoming a priest under a Communist regime.
I remember wishing I had more time to talk to this Cardinal Wojtyla, to ask him more questions. I was intrigued by him. There was something special about him. I didn't know he would go on to become pope, of course, but, even so, I wished I could get to know him better. Little did I know I would have the chance.
Meet the Author
Ray Flynn served as U.S. Ambassador to the Vatican from 1993 to 1997 and as the Mayor of Boston from 1984 to 1993. He hosts a daily, nationally syndicated political television talk show and lives in Boston.
Robin Moore is the best selling author of The French Connection and The Green Beret. He lives in Concord, Massachusetts.
Jim Vrabel is a former newspaper reporter and speechwriter. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.
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as an evangelical christian i found much offense in this book. gone is the critque we need of the catholic church and its ways. gone is the center of christ. gone is the center of faith. gone is a repudiation of the liberal good works doctrine of the catholic church. instead, all we find is an adoration of the pope by a liberal Clinton Administration official. Ray Flynn is a liberal lefty - no doubt about that. he says he's pro 'social justice' (read: socialism). he shows his tilt in this book. as a conservative protestant, i already had much in disagreement with this church. all protestants do. this book mended nothing. the catholic church is leading its members astray with its godless theology of good works. this book only magnifies this.
I find a great deal in common with the fine writer. Like him, I am a Catholic - and a darn proud one at that. Like him, I am a Democrat - and a terribly proud one at that. And, lastly, like him, I find myself drawn to Catholic social teaching. Therefore, I liked a great deal of what the book had to state. The writer succeeded in making a fine portrait of our Pope. However, the book - despite its fine stories and intention - was missing something - honesty. Flynn seemed to want to pander not to progressive Catholics but to right wing Catholics in his bashing of President Clinton and adoration of the Pope. Most notable was the author's telling of the Cairo Conference. If the Pope is so concerned about social justice, then why did he act as loudly as he did in this conference about abortion when President Clinton tried to pass universal health care? Why does Flynn not mention that? There is a stunning gap here. However, the book is a fine read, despite its showing of some of the hypocrisies of the Catholic establishment in the Vatican. And, may I add, the author did a fine job. I wish him well these days - I have followed his career for some time. I hope this is not the last we hear of Raymond Flynn.
Ambassador Flynn presents an incredible view of the Holy Father, Pope John Paul II. Their relationship started not with President Clinton tapping Flynn as Ambassador to the Holy See, but rather 30 years before, in Boston with Cardinal Cushin and Cardinal Wojtya. It is an inspring volume of the relationship between the Vicar of Christ and a representitive of the United States government. But even more inspiring, that of a Catholic family man and a true priest of God. Anyone who wants a view of the Pope that has never really been explored would be foolish to ignore this book. It would also serve as a beautiful compliment to George Weigal's Witness to Hope!