A Place of Broken People

Every time I meet a prostitute, she wants to talk about God. And every time I meet a priest, he wants to talk about sex.

Osho

I came across this quote this year and it’s stuck with me for a variety of reasons.

One of the earliest writings of this site was a compilation of what I could muster about all of us being broken people.

At the time, it was the furthest extension of my thoughts and capabilities of my writing. There was a lot more I could say about the subject, but I just didn’t know how to put it into words.

I also didn’t have the fullness, or clarity, of thought, which is mainly the reason I continue to write here. It allows me to see a progression of my own thought patterns and make connections from previous threads to now.

And at the moment, I am tired of ivory tower religious people who have planted themselves in the sands of time to make a stand against the world. They are not preserving tradition, they are harming it.

As someone who has a love of the Catholic Church, mainly for the amazing people I’ve met in there, I shake my head at the polarizing situation within it—mainly the self-righteousness. The origins of the Christian tradition was to reach out to the margins and invite everyone into the life of God, not just the elect few.

It was built on broken people seeking something greater.

Although the quote above is meant as a literal observation, I want to extrapolate it to a metaphorical context:

I would much rather be a church of prostitutes seeking God than a church of priests obsessed with sex.