Love Different shirt

Love Different shirt

image I’ve taken the photo of Pope John Paul II and my nephew John Paul and made it into an image of the “Love Different” series (like the one I made of Mother Teresa upon her death). You can get a t-shirt with the image at my Cafepress Bettnet shop in a variety of forms.

Please don’t think I’m doing this to profit from the Pope’s death. I hesitated to even do this, as Melanie would tell you. But she said that people will want some way to pay tribute to the Pope and to spread his message in their every day lives and that this image on a shirt would be one good way to do it.

So, if you click on that link above, you will be taken to the Cafepress web site and you can order the shirt in various forms and sizes. I’d love to hear your comments on the shirt and if you can think of other images you think would be good in this series.






  • I just finished watching the live broadcast of the Requiem…I completely lost it when the Sisine Choir intoned the In Paradisio….and then I read this story…I wonder how many more like this we will never know about…..sorry…but I can’t stop thinking of the last scene of HAMLET…..“Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels take thee to thy rest….”

  • “Please don. The man got in beside Edith, covered her with his cloak and made a small fire.

    His name, he told Edith, was Karol Wojtyla. Although she took him for a priest, he was still a seminarian who would not be ordained until the next year. Thirty-three more years would pass before he became Pope John Paul II and embarked on a papacy that would help break the Communist hold on Central Europe and so transform the world.

    She remembered his name and wrote it in her diary. When they had arrived in Krakow, she had run away from him because the other family in the train car, a Jewish family, had warned her that he would try to take her off the convent. He searched for her, calling out her name, but she didn’t respond.

    In 1978, by then living in Israel, Edith Zierer knew when she heard of the election of Karol Wojtyla as pope that this was the same man. Finally in 1997, after years of unanswered letters, he wrote back and then they met at the Vatican.

    Edith thanked the pope for saving her. He put one hand on her head, another hand in hers, and blessed her. As she parted, he said, “Come back, my child.”

    At one point in the story, the author says, “What moved this young seminarian to save the life of a lost Jewish girl cannot be known.” It can’t? I think I know what moved him. It was the love of Christ, the Gospel imperative, the love of the Holy Spirit. It can be known and is known, if only anyone took the time to read the Holy Father’s lifetime of spiritual exposition.


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    My God. That is beautiful. Thank you for relating the story.

  • Are we entirely sure this is a true story? I put a version of it up on my blog because it is one of my favorite JPII stories. But I have seen it all over in the last few days and every time it is slightly different. I would love it even if it turned out to be apocryphal. I think the reason we love it so is because it so perfectly exemplifies the manly Christian virtues that John Paul embodied, but I would like to know if it actually happened, or which version is the closest to the truth.

  • The author of the piece said it is his mother-in-law, she is seen meeting the Pope in several different photos, and it has been seen in several different publications. I’m not sure you can authenticate it any better than that.

    I would think you could take the version published by the New York Times to be closest to the truth since it was in fact authored by a member of the family and not just passed on thirdhand.

  • I remember that when this woman was meeting with the pope, it was reported that the pope had no memory of the incident.  I don’t know if it was Vaticanese coming from the press office, but I thought that perhaps the woman had confused the face of her savior in the tumult of wartime. 

    Until now, I hadn’t heard the news of the diary entry.  This really changes my opinion of the story.  I’m glad it is true.

  • It sounds true.  I’m glad to have read it.  It reminds us we don’t have to be a pope, bishop or even a priest to bring the Gospel to others.  All we need to do is offer what little we have.  As Mother Teresa said, if you have nothing else, give them a smile.