By Luz Galilea, an apostle of
Jesus Christ to his call and Catholic priest, to serve him and to serve
you.
I greet first all women, my
sisters, who will read me today, and all men of good will, unified beings who
know that souls have no gender and who live in harmony with their bodies the
truth of their being, and all other people who are still on their
way.
I have chosen to share a piece
of my small life as a gift for this Women's Day.
I celebrate in the coming days
the first anniversary of my priestly ordination. Since March 14, 2015, the
question that I have been asked most frequently concerns my "disobedience" of
the Church, of the law, of the Code of Canon Law, of Tradition, and probably of
manners which means that one does not disturb. The eleventh commandment being
"do not disturb".
I apologize in advance to them
whom I bother, who will get angry or will feel challenged; I sincerely regret
these circles in the water which disturb the mirror that could, for an instant,
send you an image of things and of yourselves and of the Church that do not
correspond to what you expect, especially since I cannot promise that it will
one day regain its contours. I have no regrets but I would like such suffering
not to happen, and if it happens, for it to carry life, to give birth to a new
horizon. Thank you to those of you who still continue to read despite it
all.
Baptized shortly after my
birth, I do not remember having heard the priest say "you're a priestess, a
prophetess and a queen. You now belong to the great family of the Church, the
Body of Christ." The fact is that my family, not a practicing family, took
little care to speak to me about this.
So as someone who did not
attend church, I went back on my own initiative, in search of the family
promised me in the cradle, when at the age of 15 I discovered the living
presence of Christ and his love overflowing in a journey that was completely
lonely. The sharing, the celebration, the praise with other companions and
fellow travelers were to me a pressing need. I chose the Catholic Church; in
fact it was she who chose me, but it's too long a story ... This time I became Roman Catholic intentionally, in peace
and with the living hope to remain there.
When I repeat to anyone who
will listen, and that happens frequently, that I love my church, that I have
chosen it as one chooses a fiancé, a love for life that is a part of me, these
are not empty words. I could have gone elsewhere, but I loved that this bell
calling me on Sunday morning with all its bells ringing wildly, which during the
week reminded me of the presence at my side of this new family, seen in the
early morning fog on the way to high school, like a lighthouse filled with light
that gave me strength for the day, accompanied me. I loved the singing, the
smell of the banks muddied by the birds who were singing louder than us and whom
no one wanted to chase away.
I loved it all up to the last
liturgical gesture learned on the path, and most of all I loved the faces of my
brothers and sisters in prayer, those moments when I felt connected beyond what
can be expressed to the human family . I could go on and on to infinity, such
loving expansion of this passion that still
burns just as strongly here and now. Once the presence of the Divine Breath, the
beloved Spirit, was recognized, how to give it up, and above all, how to depart
from it, how to cut the bonds that human beings have established if I am but a
human being.
There was no indication that I
would receive, within the same church, as part of the preparation of a
catechesis for children preparing for their first communion, a call that went
unanswered for 30 years. Ah! this habit that the Lord has of speaking as he
wants, to whomever he wishes and to come and find us in the middle of our daily
work, at the risk of changing everything. It was easy for me to say a thousand
times, "Look at me, what could I do with my woman's body? See with your Father
who created me... where is the mistake? I perceived his compassionate and bitter
smile; I heard again and again his call to "do this in memory of
him."
You can imagine all the
questions I asked myself, including whether I had to stay in the Roman Catholic
Church. But I know, I always knew that this was my place. So I continued to love
him with all my heart, to serve where my skills would allow me ... and I
continue. You do not leave those you love just like that. Even in suffering, in
revolt, living my story as an anomaly or an injustice – in my opinion and in the
opinion of the people who would be deprived of my gift of words I could
transmit, of all the prayers that rose from my heart and that would have to
remain silent in the assembly, all the blessings pronounced in me by Infinite
Love which remain secret, all consecrations invisible to the naked eye ... even
in suffering I loved this church; and I love it, I cannot not remain
there.
This
is so simple. Had theology, which I know, canon law, common sense, philosophy,
psychology and all the human sciences together said the opposite, and God is my
witness that I consulted all of these, nothing could still sweep away this love,
all these cherished family ties.
This
is why, when I learned, after a long and painful solitary march for several
decades, that I was not the only one, far from it, that others were walking with
me and had found the means to take a step towards answering the call - a step in
obedience to God, and disobedience to men ... and not disobedience to the Church
because the Church is not the property of men or of male clergy. When the
evidence of the materialization appeared, in my lifetime, of my YES strangled in
my throat, that I could give birth and give to the world ... without ceasing to
belong to my beloved family, then I said yes.
I was ordained a presbyter;
this is what we have people call us because the only Priest is Jesus Christ,
from whom we obtain the call and response, the service to our brothers and
sisters, preferably for the smallest, the ones excluded on all sides , those who
are the favorites of the Divine Heart. Since then I have not stopped responding
in all the ways within my reach, and they are becoming more numerous.
Yes, my ministry is useful and
fruitful, way beyond all expectations. My brothers and sisters have confirmed me
in my vocation and thank me. Often, during the universal prayer, at Mass,
someone says "thank you Lord for the ministry of the woman who today helped me
to connect to Jesus" (letter from someone in my community that prays and
meditates on my homilies [for which I created my blog] every Sunday while I'm
away). Each time, I also thank Him and say "this one prayer, even if it
shouldn’t have been this one, justifies my entire path of misery, and my
commitment beyond human standards, it justifies anything that is yet to
come."
I hear you argue that I have
broken the unity of the Church. Really! What do you mean? Do you know that these
Roman Catholics are the ones that call out to me? Do you know the number of
those left behind that live subject to the weather, on a square beaten by the
rain and the wind; do you know how many of the baptized cannot or do not want to
step over the threshold of a church? Look for them, you'll cry, but it's such a
worthwhile thing to start looking, to have the eyes wander
"outwards..."
A young boy passing a church
with his group of teenage friends, to a female friend who said "I am going to do
my confirmation, would you like me to show you my church?" to which he gently
replied "I won’t enter, I'm gay and I am not liked in there" and the others
decided "if they do not like you there, we will not enter either." A very small
example that you can easily extrapolate.
The Code of Canon Law was
recently amended to include more serious, very serious “Delicta graviorum"
provisions (under Benedict XVI) to punish and halt the sins committed against
children. Well played! And right on the heels of that, they took the
opportunity to add in the same order of severity that it was necessary to
include the ordination of a woman (as if Article 1024 of the Code was not
enough) ... and other crimes against the Eucharist, etc. I'll let you read it
here: http://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG1104/_INDEX.HTM
I smile now because many think
that I do not know the law. But it is precisely when I learned about these
senseless norms against women (no, ordaining a woman who wants to serve God and
his people cannot do as much harm as that caused by the rape of a minor or
anyone else!) that I decided to apply to be admitted as a candidate for priestly
ordination.
In my approach, an area of
defiance, of provocation, neither of bitterness nor hatred but an indescribable
compulsion to tell the world "those who welcome me welcome Him who sent me, and
those who do not welcome me do not welcome Him who sent me. " You know the
author.
My decision was made after
stringent discernment and education, which continues; it is required of me. I'm
not a beginner in the field of doctrine, tradition, teaching or theology. More
now and for a long time.
No, I am not outside the
Church; no one has the authority to eliminate the connection provided at
baptism.
Yes, I am in communion because
communion originates from a reality as to which the law can do nothing, which
the law is powerless to govern. It is my only Master, Jesus of Nazareth, who
taught it to me.
As long as I'm within the love
and in obedience to the Love, I can sin the same as everyone and I blunder
everyday – guaranteed- but I remain in communion with God, with my brothers and
sisters from the church and from humanity, with all of creation. And above all,
as long as I love the church, I will stay. Needless to emphasize, I deeply
respect and have an affection for sister churches, but I return to them as if it
involved “rebel" trucks that do not serve ecumenism. They deserve respect
because they often are ahead of us in obedience, dear Catholic friends, we
should not deprive ourselves of their lessons.
Disunion? Whose fault is
that?
I would ask you to pray with me
so that my brothers and sisters who are ordained in our RCWP and ARCWP
associations, according to the Roman rite and in the strictest apostolic
succession, are never in a spirit of rupture, because they are not and they have
never claimed to be anything but a community.
Let us pray so that the great
institution that is fully male and slow in understanding agrees to receive our
gifts, our word, our ministry, agrees to receive us at the table as we receive
their beloved parents, with biscuits and a small hot coffee.
Pray especially for the
poorest, those left out, the unloved who find our help and our warmth when they
seek us, we the lovers of the poor and naked Christ on the cross, that they may
find us at the table and at the yard.
Pray that stupidity is pushed
aside a bit to let the light come through and that we stop inventing doors to
close them better, dear Pope Francis, this is for you.
Pray that the divine breath
flows freely in our hearts and in our assemblies, including in the mouths of
women.
Pray for the Church, the one
within, snug in its convictions, and especially the one without, which works
with abandon.
I dedicate this article to all
souls of good will, and to Mary our Mother, the first and the only one who never
had the right to say "this is my blood, this is my body" and to all those who
nowadays struggle discreetly but effectively so that the feminine infinitely
tender face of God, is restored in this world.
PS
I publish more in Spanish
because at the present time, this is the language of life and work in the
country where I live. French is my native language, the one in which I still
conceive most of my ideas, thoughts and prayers.
A more detailed article in
Spanish is being prepared for my ministry to Catholic women priests; I will
share it at the time of publication. So today, the very first fruits in
French.
With love,
your sister
Luz Galilea,
Presbyter
Translated into English by Silvia Brandon Perez, ARCWP