Dear younger self, I want to let you know that I heard you, I saw you crying, and I watched you praying, for I was there too. I get it. Being queer has never been easy in our society, but being both Catholic and queer surely is an existential crisis.
It’s easy to disconnect or disassociate, to act like there are too many problems and to lose focus. There’s a lot going on in our world right now, but we owe it to each other as humans and as Catholics to care for everyone — to fight for trans folks, immigrants, religious minorities, or those experiencing the brunt of the effects of climate change.
In reflecting on this week’s Gospel from Luke, I thought of a moment I had with a friend a few years ago, in which she shared with me an Afghan proverb: “If you feel far from God, who moved?”
We drove 2,278 miles from Seattle to Austin this past April. Seattle was beautiful: friends, family, mountains, water, a beautiful cathedral community, and a city full of people struggling together to figure out ‘what’s next?’