The story of how a New York Jew wrestled with Christ and became Catholic
"On April 2, 2005, there came the news of the death of Pope John
Paul II. I’d always admired the pope for his courage in confronting the horrors
of communism, and for aligning with President Reagan and Prime Minister
Thatcher in a united front that led to the downfall of the Soviet Union. Yet as
a spiritual leader he meant nothing to me.
Nevertheless, Barbara and I found ourselves becoming involved in
the events and the funeral as they unfolded on television. Even the typically
skewed commercial coverage couldn’t disguise the tributes from all corners of
the globe, and the love for the pope and grief at losing him from Catholics and
people of every faith. At some point in the two weeks following, Barbara—a
long-lapsed Protestant who’d never lost her regard for Christianity—turned to
me and said, “You’ve got to get religion, Roger. You’ve been drifting way too
long.”
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