Reclaiming Christianity

   This is an entry I’ve been thinking about doing for a while. As a disabled person myself I used to be wheelchair-bound. I have a condition known as Ehlers Danlos syndrome which I was born with. That means my joints dislocate easily and regularly. I am no longer wheelchair-bound but I do constantly find myself feeling a deep pain for people in wheelchairs who seem to be completely ignored by my church. And by ignored I mean they can’t even get in. This isn’t an old church. It doesn’t even have steps. But it’s got about a dozen doors to get to the chapel each one of them is a double door and there is no button for a wheelchair user to push so they can open the door. The threshold is also not designed for someone with a wheelchair to be able to smoothly glide in. Plus there are support beams in places that could’ve been used as wheelchair spots in the pews-what a waste.     Now I am starting to slowly learn and realize that there’s a right way and a wrong way to...

       We all have our bad days. For me it was a confession that turned super awkward when I asked the Jesuit priest to enroll me in the brown scapular. He said he didn’t know the prayers. I had the prayers there on hand but instead of telling him that I panicked and just acted like I didn’t. I practically tripped over myself leaving. Then vented to my mom and somehow tried to make the priest the bad guy to cover for my embarrassment. Then I ended up in a conversation with a “friend” who is a huge Latin mass fan. She made me feel validated… But the only reason she actually disliked this priest was cause he was a Jesuit… Boy did that make me feel like an ass. That was the moment I realized I really wasn’t being fair and clearly other people in the parish were not being fair. Which just made me feel even worse.    Jesuits, similar to nuns, get a bum deal. They dedicate their entire lives to the church, to the service of us the faithful, and they take a vow of...