The National Catholic Review
Andrew M. Greeley

The situation in which a priest who writes lives has changed drastically since I wrote my first article for America in the 1950’s (“A Road Show for Cana”). My pastor at the time reprimanded me for writing, because his monsignorial friends had criticized him for permitting it. Theoretically a diocesan priest did not need permission to write, as I understand the Jesuits did at that time. But he had better get it just the same. My mentor, Msgr. Jack Egan, with all the skill of a Chicago precinct captain, persuaded his friend Ed Burke, the chancellor, to get the permission from Cardinal Samuel Stritch and then wrote the introduction to my first book, The Church in the Suburbs (or more likely persuaded someone else to write it), which appeared over Monsignor Burke’s name. My current cardinal admits he enjoys the Blackie Ryan character, as well he should.

Those were the days when Sister Mariella Gable was forced to stop writing and to withdraw her stories from circulation, and when the rector of our seminary denounced Graham Greene, sight unread, at the meeting of the local literary society (named after St. Robert Bellarmine).

There has been progress, though it took the revolutionary event of the Second Vatican Council to create the progress. I am still aware that a new cardinal or a Roman bureaucrat could try to stop me with a monitum, as one did in the days of the late Cardinal Joseph Bernardin. A man as politically savvy as Jack Egan, Joe Bernardin won to the cause the late Cardinal John O’Connor of New York, an unusual ally to be sure, but one to whose memory I am grateful. As I told Joe, I won’t leave—even if they try to throw me out; I like being a parish priest too much ever to leave.

The answer to the question in the title of this article is that I am a parish priest who writes. I became a priest because the work of the priests in our parish fascinated me when I was a child. It still does. Many priests tell me, triumphantly it often seems, that I am not a parish priest because I do not do “full-time” parish work as they do—as though “full-time” parish work is the epitome of priesthood. If it makes them happy to deny me my identity, far be it from me to contest that joy. Nonetheless, I claim even to be a “full-time” parish priest because all my work—teaching, sociology, commentary, storytelling—is priestly work, indeed parish work. It is an effort to bring the Gospel of God’s love to the ordinary people in the church, whom I view as being like the parishioners in the parishes I have known since 1935. I also say parish Masses and preach, hear confessions, visit the sick, counsel the troubled and bury the dead. I see no conflict among these various forms of ministry, only a common task—the task of enchantment and illumination.

Take storytelling. As John Shea has said, one tells a story not to educate or indoctrinate but to illuminate, to enchant the reader or the listener into the world of the story in the hope that when they emerge from the world of the story, they do so with an enhanced view of the possibilities of their lives. (That is also the function of homilies.)

When readers encounter the fictional Archbishop Blackie or Nuala Anne, for example, they run the risk, take the chance, have the opportunity of brushing up against the winds of the Spirit. With Nuala and her husband, Dermot, they experience the love God feels for us in their love for the barely alive neonate, who three years later emerges as the “tiny terrorist”; and in the renewal of the marital love for one another in sexual union; and in Blackie’s impatience with those who would blight first love—“God’s tricky plot to keep the species going.” In these characters and the stories about them, readers encounter a vision that shows second chances and happy endings are always possible.

It is argued that most readers do not see such lurking sacraments in my stories. My experience is that large numbers of them do, but numbers don’t matter; if even one or two readers are sufficiently enchanted to see new possibilities in their own lives, then the storyteller has succeeded.

Moreover, every storyteller wants to say something about the meaning of human life and human death for the same reasons of enchantment and illumination. Every storyteller is, in one fashion or another, a homilist.

Well, says the inimicus homo, you’re no Flannery O’Connor or Graham Greene or François Mauriac or Sigrid Undset or J. F. Powers. Indeed that is true; moreover, I am no Marcel Proust or Ernest Hemmingway or William Faulkner or Scott Fitzgerald or James Joyce either. It is not clear to me why I should be.

Joe Bernardin once asked me if the Sean Cronin character was based on him. “You should be so lucky,” I replied.

The newest Blackie book (many see in him a similarity to Msgr. Jim Mahoney of the Paterson diocese, a similarity that both Jim and I vigorously deny) was called in its early draft Death Comes for an Archbishop. One of my nieces, aware that in the previous book Bishop Ryan had been made a coadjutor with the right of succession, said the title made her shiver. I wasn’t going to kill Blackie, was I?

No way. Conan Doyle may have hated Sherlock Holmes, but I find Blackie—a symbol of the priesthood at its best—pure delight. Blackie will live as long as I do, and the two of us, please God, will continue his adventures in the world to come.

What about my sociology, a work I undertook in service of the church? There are perhaps five major themes to emerge from it, all of which have appeared in this journal:

• Catholic schools are an enormous asset to the church, especially in a time of traumatic change.

• For the most part, priests who are happy in their work and would marry if they could are likely to stay in the priesthood.

• The birth control encyclical, Humanae Vitae, did not work. As a result Catholics now tend to be Catholics on their own terms. I am told that they cannot do that. My point is that they do, because the leadership has lost its credibility. (Sorry about that.)

• Despite all that has happened (most recently the sexual abuse scandals) in the last four decades, it is proving difficult to drive Catholics out of the church.

• The sacramental imagination, as badly enacted as it is, still holds most Catholics in the church.

It is fair to say that these themes have been greeted with ridicule and then silence.

So it goes.

The Unstoppable Pen of Andrew M. Greeley

A priest for almost 53 years, the Rev. Andrew M. Greeley is one of the most prolific Catholic authors of our time. The editorial board of America recently bestowed on him its Campion Award in recognition of his contributions to Christian letters over more than half a century. The award is named for St. Edmund Campion, the English Jesuit martyr (d. 1581), who was also a proflific writer. Father Greeley’s published works number close to 170 and include sociological analysis, apologetics, memoir, books on the Catholic imagination, the church in the world, priesthood, education, vocation and parish life—in addition to works of fiction, which include a series of mystery novels featuring Archbishop Blackie Ryan and another starring an Irish psychic, Nuala Anne McGrail.

Possessed of a keen intellect, quick Irish wit, penetrating insight into popular culture and an unfailing love for the church he serves, Father Greeley is numbered among America’s best friends.

A sampling of his popular nonfiction

The Truth About Conservative Christians: What They Think and What They Believe—written with Michael Hout (Univ. of Chicago Press)
The Catholic Imagination (Univ. of Calif. Press)
The Catholic Myth: The Behavior and Beliefs of American
Catholics
(Touchstone)
The Great Mysteries: Experiencing Catholic Faith From
the Inside Out
(Sheed & Ward)
The Catholic Revolution: New Wine in Old Wineskins, and
the Second Vatican Council
(Univ. of Calif. Press)
Furthermore! Memories of a Parish Priest (Forge Books)
Priests: A Calling in Crisis (Univ. of Chicago Press)
Jesus: A Meditation on His Stories and His Relationships
With Women
(coming in March 2007, Forge Books)

New fiction (published by Forge Books)

The Senator and the Priest
Irish Crystal: A Nuala Anne McGrail Novel
The Bishop in the Old Neighborhood: A Blackie Ryan Story
Irish Linen: A Nuala Anne McGrail Novel

With his books also available in more than a dozen foreign-language translations, it can be said that Father Greeley’s audience is indeed worldwide. That’s a pretty large “parish.”

Patricia A. Kossmann 

The Rev. Andrew M. Greeley is a professor of social sciences at the University of Arizona and the University of Chicago, where he is a research associate at the National Opinion Research Center. He is the author of scores of works of f

Comments

Robert Stewart | 12/30/2006 - 7:19pm
Dear Editor:

The award America recently gave to Andrew Greely—the Campion Award in recognition of his contributions to Christian letters--was appropriate, and the recipient was certainly deserving of the recognition. He has been a much needed prophetic voice in the Church for many years, and we would all be better off there were more clerics like Fr. Andrew Greely in our midst.

It is unfortunate, in my opinion, that he was never made a bishop.

Regards,

Robert Stewart

Robert Stewart | 12/30/2006 - 7:32pm
CORRECTED LETTER--PLEASE IGNORE THE PRIOR ONE SENT TO YOU, AND USE THIS ONE IF YOU PRINT IT.

Dear Editor:

The award America recently gave to Andrew Greely—the Campion Award in recognition of his contributions to Christian letters--was appropriate, and the recipient was certainly deserving of the recognition. He has been a much needed prophetic voice in the Church for many years, and we would all be better off if there were more clerics like Fr. Andrew Greely in our midst.

It is unfortunate, in my opinion, that he was never made a bishop.

Regards,

Robert Stewart

Billy C. Beal | 2/26/2007 - 2:47pm
The Rev. Andrew M. Greeley’s commitment to America is surely one of its greatest assets (“A Writer, or a Parish Priest Who Writes?” 1/1). As a reader of America for over 40 years, I received from him the greatest compliment a priest has ever bestowed on me, when he clearly stated I was an informed member of the Catholic laity because I read America regularly.

Congratulations to Father Greeley on the Campion Award and thanks to Cardinal Samuel Stritch for sending him to the University of Chicago, allowing him to research the effectiveness of the church’s mission and become one of the world’s great sociologists.

Robert Stewart | 12/30/2006 - 7:19pm
Dear Editor:

The award America recently gave to Andrew Greely—the Campion Award in recognition of his contributions to Christian letters--was appropriate, and the recipient was certainly deserving of the recognition. He has been a much needed prophetic voice in the Church for many years, and we would all be better off there were more clerics like Fr. Andrew Greely in our midst.

It is unfortunate, in my opinion, that he was never made a bishop.

Regards,

Robert Stewart

Edward J. Thompson | 2/26/2007 - 2:37pm
What a delight to see the Rev. Andrew M. Greeley’s words of wisdom grace America again (“A Writer, or a Parish Priest Who Writes?” 1/1). He says his Archbishop Blackie is pure delight, but I wonder if he realizes what an inspiration his own life and writings have been to innumerable Catholics for the past several decades. I’m rereading his The Great Mysteries first published in 1976, an imaginative catechism that interprets age-old questions like why God made us and who Jesus is. A good read especially today.

The great mystery to me is how this wonderful priest has survived the attacks of the institutional church and lived to write and laugh about it! From essential Catholic schools being closed to the loss of credibility of our leadership, the people of the church struggle on despite the church’s best efforts to restore a pre-Vatican II mind-set.

Great thanks to Father Greeley for his Irish-American stubbornness and wit for all these long years.