POPE JOHN PAUL II : LIVING AND DYING
Worldwide media is giving precise detail regarding Pope John Paul II’s condition. Devout believers are praying for him. Scores gather in St. Peter’s Square, interceding on his behalf.
I recall when I visited Rome. It was one of those life moments that glues itself to memory with a precious loyalty. Rome.
The traffic was ridiculous, something like downtown Boston, only a bit more threatening. The art displays to right and left, particularly the outdoor sculpture, was riveting. The sanctuaries were filled with the glory of God, at least what mortal could put in form to represent the divine majesty and wonder.
When I walked into St. Peter’s Church — the largest in Christendom — I was overwhelmed. I expected thousands of pews arranged in order so as to face frontward, as in most sanctuaries. Not so. There was space and space and more space. It was another wonder world of faith — open space.
Then I learned that chairs are set up for gatherings. There is no permanent pew arrangement. Yes, how silly of me not to know that.
Then there was the Sistine Chapel. Chapel? I have never walked into anything like that structure that was given the petite term "chapel." Nevertheless, there was Michelangelo, still staring down from his scaffolding at us, gawking up at his ceilings like kids from the nearby school.
Then of course there was all the array of columns where the ancients sat and wandered and argued and ate their lunches. Rocks. Stones. Paths. Grass growing up at corners. Cars honking in the streets, barely missing backsides as mortals hopped to pavement’s safety. Blue skies. Pigeons. Water fountains gushing forth their sprays and rainbows. Honk honk honk go the cars.
Then there was the Pope. I was told that, having gathered in St. Peter’s Square for that particular time of day, we were very fortunate. The Pope was going to be driving through shortly.
Now we on tour were a hundred-plus Protestants. But did that matter? I don’t think so. We had paid well for our tickets half way around the world, and one of those major stops was Rome. So bring on the Pope.
All of a sudden there was a rush to the one side of the square. Our tour guide was giving us bits of data regarding the Papal Palace. But the tour guide could all of a sudden go hang. We were off and running like cattle on a spin. It was the Pope. Sure enough. It was the Pope.
That was in the mid-60s. That Pope has since left the human community. And now another is nearing his close. What next?
What next for the Pope who has traveled all over the planet? What next for the agile, athletic, poetic, several-languages speaking Pope? What next for the Pope, wounded by gunshot, who visited his assailant in prison, bowing their heads together in prayer? What next for the Pope, now appearing so unlike himself, at least the rugged, handsome figure some of us recall having ministered under Communist rule before becoming Pope?
What next for the Pope? Eventually, the Pope, like us all, will say Good-bye to the human community. Then, like us all, he will stand before Christ Jesus, the Judge of all mortals.
In that judgment, all souls come upon either the judgment of condemnation or the judgment of commendation.
That judgment is presented particularly in colorful language in Matthew 25:31-46. That’s where the goats are separated to the left and the lambs are put to the right. To the right and left of what? To the right and left of King Christ seated upon His judgment throne.
Who is a goat? That one who has rebelled against the Christ so as to live for self and sin. Who is the lamb? That one who, repenting of his sins and confessing his need for a Savior, has taken the divine grace gift, then lived the disciple life.
So it is that judgment need not be all bad. Many define judgment only in negative terms. It is not always so. When a runner wins a race, he is judged. He is judged the winner. When a swimmer wins a tournament, she is judged. She is proclaimed a winner.
Therefore, each of us, including the Pope, prays to the Lord Christ for mercy, so that when confronting the Eternal Judge after the last heartbeat, we are judged as lambs. Then it is that we as lambs are invited to enter the forever kingdom prepared for mercy children from the foundation of the world.
May we so live for the Christ King that when we meet Him as Christ Judge, we are embraced into His everlasting love and tenderness, free from all pain and death, no sin and anguish entering there.
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