On Friday May 22, I am going home to vote YES to Ireland's historic Marriage Equality Referendum, giving its LGBT citizens the right to marry. As my mother used to say, "I never thought I'd live to see the day."
Poet John Donne famously recognized the similarity of sexual and religious ecstasy. Born Catholic, he became an Anglican priest and the Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral, as well as a poet both bawdy and religious.
How could an innocent baby be held accountable for the actions -- or lack of actions -- of some stupid adult? There was some mistake. Nervously I stood and I asked, "Sister, are you sure this is right? I know God wouldn't do this."
I look around and see the blank stares, the fidgeting, the eye-rolling and it depresses me. It's not that people are unwilling to listen or that they don't want to be there. They're in the church on a beautiful fall day. Obviously they want something, but it's not this. I can assure you.
For years there have been many people in authority above him who were repeatedly made aware of the struggles and difficulties surrounding the abusive behavior of the founder and other dysfunctions in the Legionaries
"You can't get married outside." The priest paused, then repeated, "You just can't." My sister-in-law, however, wants to do just that. Plenty of people do. Why can't a Catholic ceremony take place outside?