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December 6, 2017

DECEMBER 6-7

When I think about how my faith journey began, I think of the opening lines of Simon and Garfunkel's "My Little Town":

In my little town

I grew up believing

God keeps his eye on us all.

And he would lean upon me

As I pledged allegiance to the wall.

Lord, I recall

In my little town....

I knew only what the nuns told me Monday through Friday, and what priests said Sunday -- no context, all in rote from the catechism, half of the rest of it in Latin. I remember the altar boys' first words of each service: Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam.  (Meaning roughly: I go to the altar of God, the joy of my youth. Some irony there.)

              

The world intervened. How such an otherwise beautiful religion could simply refuse to allow the equal participation and status of women, bar the option of the clergy to marry, and refuse to honor non-terminal attempts to employ birth control, began to astound me and sap my loyalt...

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