If we attach Godâ€™s blessing to our fertility and our families it would mean I am more favored by God than the woman next to me who canâ€™t have children. And we know Godâ€™s love doesnâ€™t work that way.
And the salt in the wound of my tender millennial christian heart was when the â€śthingsâ€ť meant more to people than people. When the rosary and the praying of it was more important than looking and seeing your neighborâ€™s need wasnâ€™t a holy card but a smile and a hug.
Iâ€™m sorry if you thought I was the one eagerly skipping into Mass every day. Iâ€™m not. The truth is that some days I find it really difficult to go.
Sitting in the tattoo parlor with my arm outstretched I realized that the real reason I was getting this tattoo is because of my own stupidity. But not in the sense that the inking of my body was stupid…
My mind was so overwhelmed with that boatload of thoughts and emotions that came with my last day that I didnâ€™t have time to choose what my Lenten â€śthingâ€ť would be this year.
Understanding Life Teenâ€™s â€śrealâ€ť recommended message and methods (not one priest, or parishâ€™s interpretation or execution of it) changed my life because I was even more convicted that we canâ€™t hide away from the world we live in and push away anything that doesnâ€™t have a â€ścatholicâ€ť stamp on it.