Looking back on it, I realize it was a
long, often overwhelmingly difficult journey for me to the Priesthood.
The odds
were most definitely against me. In fact, the first clergyperson I told I
wanted to be a priest told me in no uncertain terms, “No. Absolutely not! It’s not
going to happen in this Diocese…”
But, as often happens, the doors that needed
to open, opened. And by the grace
(and mystery) of God, I somehow made it, even
despite the homophobia, the cancer diagnosis, the opposition of some downright
mean-spirited people, people who both vocally and privately opposed me being a priest
along the way, the very intentional
roadblocks that were put in my way.
But more importantly than any of that, there were many, many more loving, supportive
and caring people who truly held me up, who prayed for me and who walked
alongside me. I am grateful for them all. And when I think of them, I realize
that the Church, when it’s done right, is incredible and amazing!
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