Funeral of the Pope
Last night, the television channels carried the funeral of Pope John Paul II live from Rome. It was the most highly publicized funeral I’ve ever witnessed. I’m not sure if its because the American media has deemed this to be of such import, or if the whole world has indeed turned its attention, however briefly, to Rome and the ancient rites of the Church.
I now watch the replay, fascinated by the crowds and the devotion of millions. They surround the plain wooden casket which sits in the centre of St Peter’s square, listening in quiet attention to the Requiem Mass. I’m sure the Pope’s tomb under St Peters Basilica will be frequently visited for many years to come.
The Pope’s last testament was read a few days ago. There was mention of him considering stepping down five years ago when Parkinson’s disease took an increasing toll on his physical health. Instead he chose to continue performing his duty and to endure the trials. His battle with infirmity has been his last lesson - how someone can die with dignity. It was as if he sought to live the values laid out in his encyclical, Evangelium Vitae, a silent witness to the immutable value of life.
At that time, I can recall feeling that yes, perhaps he should step down, and allow someone else of more energy assume this responsibility. I was wrong - his final act was an incredible act of courage that spoke much more than mere words. Today I weep for the loss of Pope John Paul II, and praise God for providing the Church in its darkest hour with a leader of incomparable quality.