For every queer soul raised Catholic and told they were too much, not enough, or never worthy — this book is for you.
I grew up steeped in Catholic life: altar serving, Catholic school, Boy Scouts, parish committees, and a mom whose name was on more plaques than some of the saints themselves. But by high school, I was already asking questions about faith, sexuality, and belonging — questions the Church didn’t want me to ask.
When I came out, the Monsignor told my mother I’d burn in hell. When my mom died, decades of her service were dismissed because she’d stopped turning in envelopes. And in the silence of grief, Catholicism gave me nothing.
But God wasn’t finished with me.
I found love — sometimes hidden, sometimes complicated — and learned what it meant to live in fragments. I got pulled back into Catholic ritual through marriage, only to watch it unravel under the weight of loss and silence. And then, slowly, grace found me again: in a Presbyterian church basement during grief counseling, in a sermon that named queerness out loud, in a baptism I chose for myself.
Now I serve as a Presbyterian deacon. I drive the golf cart to help elders into the sanctuary. I’ve helped restore a church that sat empty for over a decade. I’ve hung a Pride flag in the lobby and shared communion with people who once thought there was no table for them.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. For every queer soul raised Catholic and told they were too much, not enough, or never worthy - this book is for you.I grew up steeped in Catholic life: altar serving, Catholic school, Boy Scouts, parish committees, and a mom whose name was on more plaques than some of the saints themselves. But by high school, I was already asking questions about faith, sexuality, and belonging - questions the Church didn't want me to ask.When I came out, the Monsignor told my mother I'd burn in hell. When my mom died, decades of her service were dismissed because she'd stopped turning in envelopes. And in the silence of grief, Catholicism gave me nothing.But God wasn't finished with me.I found love - sometimes hidden, sometimes complicated - and learned what it meant to live in fragments. I got pulled back into Catholic ritual through marriage, only to watch it unravel under the weight of loss and silence. And then, slowly, grace found me again: in a Presbyterian church basement during grief counseling, in a sermon that named queerness out loud, in a baptism I chose for myself.Now I serve as a Presbyterian deacon. I drive the golf cart to help elders into the sanctuary. I've helped restore a church that sat empty for over a decade. I've hung a Pride flag in the lobby and shared communion with people who once thought there was no table for them. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798266945494
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. For every queer soul raised Catholic and told they were too much, not enough, or never worthy - this book is for you.I grew up steeped in Catholic life: altar serving, Catholic school, Boy Scouts, parish committees, and a mom whose name was on more plaques than some of the saints themselves. But by high school, I was already asking questions about faith, sexuality, and belonging - questions the Church didn't want me to ask.When I came out, the Monsignor told my mother I'd burn in hell. When my mom died, decades of her service were dismissed because she'd stopped turning in envelopes. And in the silence of grief, Catholicism gave me nothing.But God wasn't finished with me.I found love - sometimes hidden, sometimes complicated - and learned what it meant to live in fragments. I got pulled back into Catholic ritual through marriage, only to watch it unravel under the weight of loss and silence. And then, slowly, grace found me again: in a Presbyterian church basement during grief counseling, in a sermon that named queerness out loud, in a baptism I chose for myself.Now I serve as a Presbyterian deacon. I drive the golf cart to help elders into the sanctuary. I've helped restore a church that sat empty for over a decade. I've hung a Pride flag in the lobby and shared communion with people who once thought there was no table for them. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798266945494
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