Catholic Church’s Views on Love and Sex Should Adapt to the Times

I consider myself to be a devout Catholic. I grew up being very active and involved in the church: I was the first female alter server in my parish, I was in the children’s and adult choir, I’ve been a lector and Eucharistic minister, a catechism teacher and was presented at the bishop’s ball when I was younger. I believe that Adam and Eve were the first two people put on this earth.

That being said, I believe that two people in love should have the right to get married, even if it isn’t a heterosexual couple. I also believe that, as a woman, I have the right to decide what to do with my own body: whether it be to have a child or abortion, or use contraceptives to prevent me from having to make that enormous decision before I’m ready to do so. Instead of progressing with the times, the Catholic Church appears to be going backwards. We have even gone back to the OLD Mass responses that are said every week.

After confirmation, when I was an “adult” in the church’s eyes, I stopped going to church. Why? Because, simply put, nobody “made” me go. I had a job that I had to work Saturday nights and Sunday mornings. I strayed from my faith after getting angry with God for taking loved ones from me. I may have been an “adult” in the church, but I certainly was still a child in all other aspects.

As I was planning to get married a year-and-a-half ago, I was very excited and emotional at the thought of walking down the aisle in the church I grew up in,  the church my parents and grandparents were wed,  the church that made me feel safe and loved growing up.

My fiancé and I decided to start attending Masses before we got married. I had finally forgiven God, and needed Him back in my life. When I went to the priest (who I thought was supposed to welcome, love, and support those coming into his congregation), I was made to feel like I was 2 inches tall. Every Mass that I sat through, I would get a look of disgust as the priest would parade around to get to the altar to say Mass. This wasn’t just in my head; others would comment to me after mass about how the priest would look at me.  [More]

By Jessica Medeiros


The Herald News