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Anna Humaydan's avatar

Oh dearest Michael as a cradle Italian Catholic I love all you wrote to our dear Francis. So let me just say if you think he can say most of that and not have his espresso poisoned then hooray. He can’t. He would be gone pretty quickly. He is doing what he can in baby steps. The Synod though not forthcoming enough in reforms is already being narrowed down by the naysayers. And the Virgin Birth well that is dogma and well that really will get heads rolling. And enough it was the Romans not Italians that were in charge of the territories! Unification didn’t happen till 1800s. HAHA Thank you for your wonderful work for workers. And thank God for the UAW My immigrant parents who worked the assembly line would be destitute if not for the health benefits as retirees. My Dad proudly never ever crossed a picket line. Proud union family.

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Mary Agresti's avatar

Thank you, Michael, more than I can say. If you could run for Pope, I would surely vote for you. I cried as I read what you wrote imagining that the Church might have been the way you described when I was growing up in the 50’s and going to a Catholic school in an Irish Catholic neighborhood. And I was named Mary after the Blessed Virgin and that is a hard act to follow. There was so much that I loved about the Catholic faith so when I knew I would have to divorce it to maintain my sanity, it took me a long time until it got to the point where going to hell seemed better than carrying on, like my grandmothers and my mother, who had one baby after another that they couldn’t afford, physically, mentally, or financially. If I could describe in one word, what would define my family, I would say sadness. I am a recovering Catholic, and like an alcoholic, I know I will always be recovering. There is no cure. I was brainwashed and guilty and ashamed and anxious so often, it just became part of who I was and still am. I am 80 years old now and managed over the years to find a path that I could walk on and develop my spirituality and my relationship with God. There is only one person left in my family who is still a Catholic. I had four brothers, three who turned to alcohol, and one to meditation to cope. Sometimes I think about growing up Catholic and the high masses and the incense, and the chanting, and the Latin, and the Nativity scenes, and midnight Mass, and the Stations of the Cross, the things that seemed so sacred to me, and when I divorced the church, I had to leave all that behind, along with all the rest I had to leave behind so I could start to try to learn how to breathe again. Thank you again for being able to articulate that which I could never put into words. Reading what you wrote was very healing for me, and I am sure it must have touched others very deeply.

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