Who is Pope John Paul Ii

Pope John Paul II (Latin: Ioannes Paulus II; Italian: Giovanni Paolo II; Polish: Jan Paweł II; born Karol Józef Wojtyła [ˈkarɔl ˈjuzɛv vɔjˈtɨwa]; 18 May 1920 – 2 April 2005) was the head of the Catholic Church and sovereign of the Vatican City State from 1978 until his death in 2005. He was elected pope by the second papal conclave of 1978, which was called after John Paul I, who had been elected in August to succeed Pope Paul VI, died after 33 days. Cardinal Wojtyła was elected on the third day of the conclave and adopted the name of his predecessor in tribute to him. Born in Poland, John Paul II was the first non-Italian pope since Adrian VI in the 16th century and the second-longest-serving pope after Pius IX in modern history.John Paul II attempted to improve the Catholic...
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Mrtnzfred: the catholic monitor: did pope john paul ii condemn francis's apparent heresy of the primacy of conscience?
Gustavokralj: in poland, lawmakers condemn disputed report about john paul ii abuse cover-up polish lawmakers denounced a documentary alleging that when he was a cardinal and archbishop in poland, pope st. john pa...
Veritassanctum: illuminism, a sociological christianity, without defined dogmas and without objective morality” (l’osservatore romano, february 7, 1981). —pope saint john paul ii
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Patrickroth87: i hope he gets well soon, it occurs me to that pope john paul ii died over easter back in 2005, but he was in much worse shape.
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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