My Catholic identity has been challenged and enriched by social justice

Social Justice

I’m often weary these days.

These are dark, painful times for our church and country.

The White House is occupied by a president who demeans people with rhetoric and hurts those on the peripheries with cruel policies.

A former cardinal of Washington, D.C., has been defrocked for sexual abuse.

As a Catholic writer and commentator who focuses on the intersection of church and politics, I spend a lot of time talking to members of the media about contentious topics.

Being a “professional Catholic” in the public square right now is heavy work.

The truth is it can breed cynicism and weigh down your soul.

What keeps me sane, even hopeful, is a halting evolution in my spirituality that requires learning to get out of my head and putting myself in uncomfortable places.

I am a bookish introvert by nature, prone to bouts of wry detachment.

For years, my journalistic disposition and reserved personality made me skeptical of activism.

My faith life also gravitates toward words and intellect, more lectio divina than faith in action. But the more I step outside myself, the more I am rescued from these despair-inducing days by the sacrament of encounter and the holy witness of faithful advocates speaking truth to power.

The teachers helping me down this road are young and old, citizens and undocumented, lay and ordained, straight and L.G.B.T.Q.

A year ago, I travelled to the U.S.-Mexico border with a delegation of Catholic priests as part of an immersion trip put together by my organization, Faith in Public Life.

In El Paso, I met Ruben Garcia, the director of Annunciation House, a respite centre that has provided shelter for more than 150,000 migrants over the past year alone.

“What I’m asking you is to use your voice, use your pulpit, stand up for migrants and say, ‘What we are doing is wrong,’” he told us in what sounded like a prayerful plea.

I have been graced to work with and learn from young, undocumented immigrants who leave me in awe of their courage. Arlin Tellez, a sophomore at Trinity Washington University, was only 4 when she crossed the border at night with her mother, clutching a prayer card her grandmother gave her.

Ms. Tellez is now an organizer, public speaker and leading immigration activist.

As a white man who has unearned privileges because of my race, gender and sexuality, I am reminded by young Catholics like Ms. Tellez that the more comfortable I get, the farther I am from the heart of the Gospel.

Pope Francis teaches us that our church is one that is “bruised, hurting and dirty because it has been out in the streets.”

Christianity is not a collection of abstract principles that can be reduced to parsing and defending faceless propositions.

The shattering mystery of the Incarnation is that God stands with us in our pain, anxiety, joy and longings.

This gritty theology requires us to take risks and act. Continue reading

  • John Gehring is the Catholic program director at Faith in Public Life.
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