At the start of my college career, my little secret was hidden safely away from prying eyes. I had imprisoned myself in my own loneliness, allowing no visitors to my tortured soul. Gradually, this loneliness gave way more directly to anger at God, whom I perceived to be the Cause of my malady. Why would God give me these painful and sometimes consuming passions only to forbid me to act on them? Why did He persist in His torture of me? What did He want? I had already resolved not to seek a sinful path. Why then couldn’t God leave me alone, then? I struggled so hard. I knew in my heart what was right. Why this awful conflict, I cried to Heaven? I hated myself. Why was I like this?
Today is the 99th Anniversary of the beginning of the apparitions in Fatima, Portugal. It is also the twentieth anniversary of my pilgrimage there where Our Lady intervened in my life so powerfully. This blog is a direct result of what happened to me there. Without the intercession of Our Lady of Fatima, I would not be here today and my life would have turned out much differently. Today's post is brief introduction to Fatima and what happened there in 1917.
Despite much ado about the recent Synod on the Family, problems with the format and a few bishops saying some really dumb stuff about which they really ought to have known better, the Apostolic Exhortation, Amoris Laetitia (The Joy of Love) appears to be mostly in line with what the Church has consistently taught, but emphasizes more than ever, the need to be more pastoral and less judgmental in our approach to sin and sinners, at least in regard to those with same-sex attraction.