Let me begin by paying Fr. Andrew Greeley, who died this past May 29, a compliment hed never have paid me, or indeed anyone of my location in the Church: Catholicism was duller after Greeley was felled by an accident in 2008, and the Church feels emptier since his death.
In the first decades of his remarkably busy career, Greeley did serious academic work in sociology, taking down a number of shibboleths about Catholic culture and Catholic schools and demonstrating empirically the educational, professional, and financial upward mobility of white Catholic ethnics in the United States. At the same time, Greeley ground out several useful books of popular apologetics that translated post-Vatican II theology into a language accessible to non-specialists. He also pioneered the conclave book with The Making of the Popes 1978 , establishing a model I hope I improved in 2005 with Gods Choice .
For decades, Greeley was the beau ideal of many in the Catholic columnizing business, and when he finally downed tools on that front, my own column the following week was a lament for a feisty writers departure from the lists. (He sent a letter of thanks, the bulk of which consisted of complaints that no one else had bothered to thank him for grinding out so many columns over the years. Later, it struck me that this was one key to Greeleys complex personality: for all of his self-conscious brashness, he very much wanted to be accepted, especially by bishops, a class he excoriated regularly.)
We only met twice, during the 2005 papal interregnum. I warmly welcomed him to our makeshift NBC newsroom when he came up to the Janiculum Hill to do the Today Show; we talked about my daughter Monicas affection for Chicago, which Greeley described winsomely as an easy city to love. A few nights later, I found Andy and his secretary in the glory that was Armandos, a trattoria near the Vatican that was the nocturnal GHQ for Fr. Richard John Neuhaus, Fr. Raymond de Souza, Raymond Arroyo and others of our gang. Andy and I exchanged a few pleasantries about how things had changed since 1978; Id rather hold onto that recollection of him than the memory of my surprise a year later when, in his own book on the 2005 papal transition, he went out of his way to put down my friends and me as the Scary Guys (i.e., supporters of John Paul II who didnt fit the liberal stereotype of grumpy, troglodyte conservatives).
That snarkiness was of a piece with Greeleys failure to get John Paul II, which I think had something to do with Andys consistent, indeed obsessive, deprecation of Humanae Vitae , Paul VIs encyclical on regulating fertility. For Greeley, Humanae Vitae was the great disaster of post-conciliar Catholicism; that conviction was like a set of blinders, obscuring Andys view of other realities in the Church. Thus, insofar as Im aware, Greeley never took the measure of John Paul IIs Theology of the Body, although the Polish popes creative wrestling with the theological and moral meaning of our being made male and female would seem to be of a piece with Greeleys insistence on the sacramental goodness of sex within the bond of marriage. But John Paul didnt throw Humanae Vitae over the side of the Barque of Peter, so John Paul II had to be a bad guy, if of the great missed opportunity sort of bad guy, in the Greeley taxonomy.
Wandering through Mundelein Seminary outside Chicago one night, I came across the picture of the ordination class of 1954, and there was Andy: airbrushed, according to the photographic custom of the day, and looking for all the world like Bing Crosby in Going My Way and The Bells of St. Marys. Which seems about right: for Andrew Moran Greeley embodied in a singular way the last rowdy moment of urban, ethnic, Counter-Reformation Catholicism in America. He didnt get the Evangelical Catholicism of John Paul II, but his work gave the liberal wing of Counter-Reformation Catholicism a boisterous ninth inning.
George Weigel is Distinguished Senior Fellow of Washingtons Ethics and Public Policy Center. His previous On the Square articles can be found here .