My dear Catholic Brother and Sisters, we need to have a little pow wow. And I’m going to hold the talking stick for a moment, if you don’t mind.
My dear Catholic Brother and Sisters, we need to have a little pow wow. And I’m going to hold the talking stick for a moment, if you don’t mind.
As I started writing about h… Jenner… I found myself pausing at several H’s, having minor panic attacks trying to decide which gender-specific pronoun to use. Him? Her? H-h-h-h…
This is what we call grace. It’s not always the beauty that you expect, but it is beautiful in its own right.
"It is too easy simply to talk or concern ourselves with the poor who are far away. It is much harder and, perhaps, more challenging to turn our attention and concern toward the poor who live right next door to us."
This isn’t the first time I’ve told this story, but it is the first time I’ve attempted to write it down. It’s the answer to a question I get asked a lot by people who have known me well in the past, and people who are just getting to know me now.
Reading about how slavery came to be accepted in our own culture's history reminds me once again that truth is not always easy. And I am inspired, because I see that now is as good a time as any to have an unpopular opinion.
It’s not as difficult to believe in the reality of an invisible, inaudible God when I so often find myself needing to believe in an equally real, invisible, inaudible husband.
“A friend of mine was ordained a Roman Catholic Priest up in Atlanta, so I went up and celebrated with him and some of my other friends. It was really awesome.”
“Oh that’s cool!”
“Yeah!”
“Did you tell him to stay away from little boys?”
Stunned and deadpan. “No. I didn’t.”
There is a lot of misconception and liberal commentary talking about how the Church, run by a bunch of men, is trying to control women and isn't thinking about our health. So here is some valid perspective I'd like to add to the dialogue.
I had a moment during Mass yesterday when I was staring up at the high, arched ceiling of the ornate sanctuary trying to decide if I thought it beautiful or tacky (often a fine line) and having the profound and amusing thought/prayer of, "What am I doing in a Catholic Church? ...in Columbus, Georgia? I did not see this coming."