I didn’t set out to become a Roman Catholic woman priest. Like many of you, I was simply trying to follow God as best I could—one step, one prayer, one yes at a time.
Looking back now, I can see how the Spirit was gently guiding me, even when I didn’t yet have the words for where I was being led.
My story begins in a small cottage in Ireland, where my mother, Bridie, welcomed neighbors with tea and scones around our family table, and my dad filled our home with lively music on the trumpet. It was there, in the warmth of family, faith, and simple joys, that I first encountered a God who was close, loving, and alive in everyday life.
That same Spirit has led me on a journey—from those early days in Ireland to inclusive communities today, where the Eucharistic table is open and all are invited to receive spiritual nourishment without exception… see story on Substack
https://substack.com/@bridgetmarymeehan/note/c-243231482?r=2kfqor&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
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