On Sunday, I attended mass with my 79-year-old grandmother. Two months ago, she lost her husband, my grandfather. Ever since that day, she could not have a more positive attitude about moving onward in her life. This strength she so fervently displays day to day, she wholeheartedly attributes to her faith. As her top admirer, and as someone who had considered herself a faithful Catholic for much of her life, I decided to begin attending church again to discover this unyielding faith my grandmother seems to possess. It was going well until Sunday.
For the homily portion of mass, the priest read a letter from CardinalEdwin F. O'Brien, opposing same-sex marriage. I could not have been more uncomfortable sitting there. Had I not been with my grandmother, I would have stood up and left. I immediately felt as though I were surrounded by uninformed, insensitive individuals, none of whom I could relate to in any way, none of whom knew God as a loving being. I was heated with fury and had no desire to sit there and find out who this almighty power was who had been of such assistance to my grandmother.
Luckily, immediately after reading the Bishop's letter, the priest went on to baptize a young girl. Her vows were explicitly stated to God before she was anointed with holy water: