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The stories have been streaming in over the past few months. They’re stories of pain, abuse, neglect, confusion…and stories of rediscovery, joy, surprise and thanksgiving. I’m so grateful to those who have shared their thoughts and experiences with me. It touches my heart so very deeply. I’m so proud of them for daring to work through it and so humbled that they feel they can confide in me. I’ve still got some calls to return and some letters to open and I am so very much looking forward to it.
I’ve received letters from grandmas, religious, prison inmates, dads, moms, husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, single persons, married persons, the prestigious and the disabled. They come via email, phone call, and snail mail. Some were written on computer keyboards, some on type writers, some with blue pen on lined school paper. They come from folks who care enough to open themselves so that others may benefit. Each of them is special to me.
Before I answer a call, open an envelope or click on an email, I take a long breath and say a prayer. I pray for myself, that I may accept the information with an open mind and compassionate heart and that I may remain fervent in my own faith. I pray for the person sending, that he or she may be abundantly blessed for their daring, truly healed of their wounds, and completely enflamed with courage and fervor for their rediscovered faith. Those who write but haven’t returned to the Church get prayers for guidance and enlightenment.
Then I listen – or read, depending on the situation. I refrain from judgment, refrain from trying to read into it things that may not be there. I simply learn. My place is not to moralize or fix, but to take in so that I may fruitfully relate it to others. I just want them to take another look at the Catholic Church. Period. When they do, they’ll see the beauty, the wisdom, the Truth in what they left behind. And they’ll come back.