I was 13 and sitting in the basement of my childhood home in the Amish-laden countryside of Pennsylvania.
The annual conference I attended last week with Reconciling Ministries Network was like other trips to annual conferences in many ways—except for one small feature. It was at the beach, Jekyll Island specifically. By recommendation of a friend, on my last night there, I went over to driftwood beach.
Does the overlap between Trump country and the areas most deeply burdened by the opioid addiction epidemic trouble you, as it does me? One thing it suggests to me is the value in seeing Donald Trump—who he is and what he does—as a drug.
Last month, Newark, New Jersey’s Cardinal Joseph Tobin welcomed a pilgrimage of LGBT Catholics to the archdiocese’s Cathedral of the Sacred Heart—a gesture that is being hailed as a major step forward in the pastoral care of LGBT people here in the U.S.
“...then their eyes were opened and they recognized him.” –Luke 24:31
Jesus will find us anywhere. As soon as we give him permission, his quest for our hearts is endless.
I remember when I first came out as queer—first to myself, next to my first girlfriend and friends, and lastly to family.
June is Pride Month for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and queer (LGBTQ) communities across the country—and parades abound.
When puberty began, I assumed I was like everyone else. They got crushes on people, I got crushes on people. They wanted to hold hands and kiss their crushes, I wanted to hold hands and kiss my crushes.