Thirty years ago today, Karol Wojtyla was elected the 264th pope and took the name John Paul II.
Truth be told, I was just a kid at the time — only 11 years old — and a Methodist kid at that. So I certainly had no emotional vested interest in this papal election news. It probably was the first time I even learned who the pope was. But still, I have memories of watching the white smoke rising on the television coverage, with the announcer explaining the significance.
It was odd that his predecessor had been elected just a few weeks earlier — then died after being pope for just over a month. How long would this new guy last?
Well, as you know, John Paul II reigned more than 26 years, the second longest papacy in history (or, the third longest, if you count St. Peter). For the people of my generation, he was the pope we grew up with.
I remember when the pope got shot in May 1981, the third of what seemed like an endless wave of high-publicity shootings (Dec. 1980: John Lennon; March 1981: Ronald Reagan). I also remember how odd it seemed to hear of him visiting his would-be assassin in prison two years later. John Paul II said, “What we talked about will have to remain a secret between him and me. I spoke to him as a brother whom I have pardoned and who has my complete trust.” Maybe there was something to this “love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you” thing after all.
God gave Pope John Paul II a long life. As he neared death in 2005 at the age of 84, many people made pilgrimage to the Vatican to pray for him — and a significant number were youth. The mainstream media found this baffling, as did many non-Catholics like myself. How could this octogenarian leader of a seemingly outdated religious system have connected with so many in their teens and twenties? Kids who ought to be self-absorbed materialistic Westerners? But this was the pope who launched the World Youth Day events. He connected to the young people. They would shout, “JP2, we love you!”; and he would often reply, “JP, too, he loves you!” The night before he died, he told the youth who had gathered to pray for him in St. Peter’s Square, “I have looked for you, you have come to me, and I thank you.”
It was about a year after John Paul II’s death that I began to discover the truth of Catholicism, and about two years until I’d enter fully into the Church. While much of my conversion came from wrestling with doctrinal points, I have to acknowledge a debt to the life of John Paul II. In retrospect, I think the way he lived a genuine faith under the microscope of the media (he was the first pope that had to deal with 24-hour cable news and the Internet) made an impression on me over his 26-year pontificate.
So today, in honor of the 30th anniversary of his election as pope, I have to join in with the crowds and shout, “JP2, we love you!”