I have worked on peace and justice issues at home and abroad, and I was always struck by the U.S. bishopsâ myopic focus. But my experiences with them during my brief time in Congress shocked me. As a representative, I saw them cherry-pick theology to promote partisan ends, favoring a future Supreme Court over their congregations struggling to afford care.
At a time when the Church could model moral accountability for its decades of criminality and corruption, they opt instead for the partisan agenda of their largest donors and the misogyny inherent in their structure. They have opted to model the so-called âcafeteria Catholicism,â of which they accuse reformers. Their statements lack the moral clarity of their Salvadoran brethren in calling out, say, authoritarianism, or Big Techâs role in spreading hate and lies, or elected officials who obstruct efforts to humanize our economy.
Growing up around Charlottesville, Va., I spent every Sunday hearing priests sermonize about the horrible atrocities committed against innocent civilians â even nuns â in Central America and about our own governmentâs complicity. We heard about extreme poverty, with a clear message that a failure to devote your life to addressing these injustices might lead to eternal damnation.
I have a joke about my career in peace and justice: that I came for the guilt and stayed for the joy. This calling would eventually bring me to Honduras, Sierra Leone, and Afghanistan, as well as struggling communities back home. Only with time did I appreciate the blessing of growing up in the Richmond diocese of Bishop Walter Sullivan, with a cadre of other reform-minded priests who sought it out for protection from the conservatives dominating Catholic leadership. Based in the former capitol of the Confederacy, Bishop Sullivan was an unwavering force for racial justice and healing, an antagonist of anti-Semitism, and an ally for ending the dirty wars in Central America.
The Catholic lay leaders and clergy who inspire me are often the ones living the Gospel every day rather than reading it from the pulpit on Sunday. When I visit the border or opioid-ravaged parts of Appalachia, I witness Sister Beth Davies or Sister Norma Pimentel living the Gospel with their every breath. And yes, I saw Archbishop Wilton Gregory out marching with those of us demanding that Black Lives Matter, and Bishop Seitz preaching for a humane border. As the U.S. special envoy to the African Great Lakes region, I stood with courageous Congolese bishops who risked everything to defend human rights and convinced the Vatican to sponsor peace talks that forged the framework for the countryâs first peaceful democratic transfer of power.