Excommunicated! That word still sends a chill through my Christian spine, especially when I reflect on its applying to myself.
It was 2 years ago that a gentleman asked this deacon of 35 years whether the Catholic Church could ordain women. “Yes,” I responded, and he “reported” me to the Archbishop of Miami who suspended me within 5 days. Eventually, I joined the Episcopal Church, and Archbishop Wenski excommunicated me. I still wonder what God and Christ think of this.
This, I do know: that membership in a particular church has no bearing on one’s eternal destiny. The pivotal question is not primarily one’s belief in certain doctrines or rules. Rather, it’s a question of how deeply I love, and do I include all in my spiritual embrace.
Church’s role is to lead us to Christ, and so Christians and all of us must ask: “Do I, does my community, seek passionately the full equal inclusion of all people in ministry, and reach out with love especially for the marginalized. Surely, Jesus lived and died for such justice. Is that where my church is leading me?