I went to church last Sunday and remember thinking about how exclusive the sermon was.
In my opinion, the priest at the Catholic Church in Newcastle is thankfully quite progressive, and the words weren’t his own this week. It was a letter from a man higher up in the hierarchy.
The letter was about “priests” and how the Church needs more men over a certain age to “consider their vocation”. Our vocation or calling is a rant for another day, but what angered me most was how the letter was only for a select few individual men.
I looked around while this letter was being read and over half the Church was women. I wondered what it would be like to hear this through their ears?
We must be careful with the words we use. We need to include people, not marginalise them. Religion seems to be good at excluding people, and telling us “who’s in” and “who’s out” of the heavenly club. And who can perform this role and who can’t. This is something I will certainly come back to in future posts, but for now I will end this blog with a question I am reflecting on at the moment.
Who are we excluding, either consciously or subconsciously, in our lives?