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September 13, 2023
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Sorting through all the political and cultural noise of our time can be incredibly challenging for a young Christian. I have struggled with many issues throughout my life, but what I’ve found is that the more sincerely I search for the truth in Christ, the more illuminated the other areas of life become. After all, Jesus is the Light and Source of all truth. 

The first part of one of my favorite quotes is, “If you are young and conservative, you don’t have a heart.” Like most rebellious, struggling teenagers, I found myself drawn to the social justice movements of the political left. I grew up attending Catholic schools in the city of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, which developed within me a deep sense of compassion for the poor and a strong desire for social change.

I was raised by my black father and white mother in a very diverse suburb of the city. I often say that I was biracial before it was cool to be biracial, that is, before the popularization of biracial babies on Instagram and the widespread acceptance of interracial marriages. Today, we see interracial couples almost over-represented in pop culture, but back then they were frowned upon. And the world, along with some of their family and friends, let my parents know that.

I appreciate the cultural diversity that I was exposed to as a child but found it challenging to navigate as I was growing up. I always felt too “white” for the black kids and too “black” for the white kids.

Black kids would pick on me for the way I spoke, the way I dressed, and some of the music and shows I liked. To be fair, I did go to my first concert when I was 6 years old and does anybody want to guess what it was?  Backstreet Boys. Yes, I went to a Backstreet Boys concert and my affinity for 90’s boy bands still wasn’t enough for my white peers. White kids would make fun of me for my skin color. And because of this, I felt like an outcast for many years.

I could never fully understand why people were so focused on racial differences. I eventually came to realize that I would eventually be forced by the world to pick a side.

So I chose what seemed most natural at the time, I leaned into the black half of me and didn’t look back.

To my developing mind, being more black meant listening exclusively to rap music, living out the lifestyle that it encouraged, and, of course, sympathizing with the cause of racial justice. I began acting out more and more in school, constantly blaming all the natural repercussions on racial inequality. I attended my second concert, any guesses who it was? It was 50 Cent, a much different experience from the Backstreet Boys just four years earlier.

 Fully embracing the rap culture, I threw nearly all Catholic morality out of the window, despite having converted to the faith at 13. By 15, I was having sex, rolling blunts, ripping way too many shots of cheap vodka, and convincing my friends to do the same.

Another factor of this lifestyle was that I began actively searching for racism all around me and, believe it or not, I always found it whenever and wherever I looked.

It didn’t matter that I was carrying drugs through school, constantly disrupting class, and cheating more often than not on my homework and exams. All that mattered, to me, was that I was black and mistreated because of it. In my mind, that was all that mattered to my teachers as well.

I was so racially focused that it became annoying to a number of my white classmates and teachers. But I hadn’t created the inequalities, I was simply pointing them out, which I knew was supposed to be uncomfortable to white people.

It’s amazing how small moments can make a big difference in your life. I can still vividly remember sitting in one of my many detentions during my sophomore year of high school. I sat in the classroom, refusing to do any of my homework despite having nothing else to do. Seeing my refusal to be a productive and obstinate disposition, my religion teacher, Mr. DiMarco, came over to talk with me.

I remember sitting in the front row and him leaning back on his desk as we spoke. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I do remember the message. He told me that I didn’t have to behave this way, teachers weren’t out to get me, and that I could actually be a quite successful student if I applied myself to my work rather than being a distraction to others.

Being as mild-tempered as he was, I know he wasn’t aggressive in telling me this. He didn’t yell. He didn’t try to fight back on every point I made. He simply shared this truth with me. While I rejected it wholeheartedly in that moment, it planted a seed inside my heart and soul – a seed of hope and possibility.

I began to believe that change was possible for me. That conversation, along with some other significant life events, showed me that I was heading in a trajectory that I absolutely despised. I chose to change my behavior, my friends, and my attitude toward school. After 21 detentions and one suspension in just two years, I didn’t receive any for my last two years of high school.

I came to see that race actually was not a leading factor in my success or failure. Rather, it was my choices that determined the outcomes of my life. I started to internalize this, but only personally. I still viewed race and racism as major factors in our society. Sure, Mr. Dimarco might have been right about me, but what did any of that have to do with all the racial disparities I witnessed around me daily and on the news?

As a natural result, I became a mega champion for Barack Obama in the 2008 election season. I had never taken much of an interest in politics, but this election was different. He was one of us, a representative of the people. Not only was he black, but he was actually biracial. He was black and white, like me.

Obama seemed to be Dr. Martin Luther King’s dream come true. We simply had to see it happen. I felt lucky to even have the possibility of witnessing this impossible feat occur in my lifetime.

What many people don’t realize is that in ’08 Obama was actually significantly less racially focused than he is now. He even saw race to be less of an issue in our society than 15-year-old-me did. Entering the election, he professed that race would not play a major factor. Instead, he boldly claimed on 60 Minutes that his success or failure would be determined solely by the quality of his campaign – the result would be based on his actions and efforts, not bigotry or white supremacy.

At that point, he claimed that America had come 90% of the way in regards to racial equality, thanks to the civil rights leaders of the 1950s and 60s and that it was up to his generation to finish the remaining 10%. He believed, like Dr. King, that we just needed to get America to honor its promises in our founding documents, not abandon them. (Much different than the “racism is in America’s DNA” rhetoric we hear from him today.)

 I was ecstatic when he won the election.

There was one thing I could not seem to reconcile, though. I saw the joy in so many black people, and I loved to see it. However, these joyful people were celebrating the first “black” president, even though this first black president was biracial, light-skinned, spoke proper English, dressed formally, and seemed to hang around a lot of white people – all the same things that had disqualified me from being considered “black enough to be black” in previous years.

Nevertheless, I was eager to see all the good that Obama would bring to the black community here in America. I truly believed that he would be an agent of great social change. Meanwhile, I was continuing on the path of my own conversion - both socially and spiritually. As I mentioned before, I had stopped getting in trouble and made some changes in the company I kept. In the year following the election, I got my driver's license, which allowed me to go to mass every Sunday. I began attending retreats and even reading the Bible in my free time.

By the grace of God, I was moved to visit Mount St. Mary’s University, a Catholic university in western Maryland, during my senior year of high school. I knew I needed to go there to continue my search for truth and to figure out how to live out my Catholic faith, with which I was falling more and more in love.

When I got to college, I knew what I wanted to study - Criminal Justice. At the age of 10, I saw the movie SWAT. I knew that Saturday afternoon what I wanted to do with my life. I assumed I needed to be military before being on a SWAT team since that’s what all the characters in the movie had done. Therefore, I felt like I was in the heat of Divine Providence on the first week of school when I saw that Army ROTC booth during the activities fair.

I spoke with SFC Hollingsworth who told me that not only could I live out my dream as an American badass, but they’d even pay for me to go to college in exchange for it. I was ready to sign the dotted line on the spot. So there it was - my plan was all coming together – week one. I would be in the Army and then become a SWAT team member at some big city police department.

However, as many of us know, President Obama radically changed things come the 2012 election. A major part of his shift in tone and messaging was his different take on race, victimhood, and intersectionality. This all led to a radically different view of police officers for the general public and a substantially different day-to-day experience for police officers themselves.

According to the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund, 151 law enforcement officers lost their lives in 2003, the year that I decided I wanted to be a police officer, compared to 295 in 2020.

It was more than just the threat of violence that deterred me. Our society has undergone years of extreme violence toward police officers, some much like 2020, in the past. The truly remarkable, and devastating, change was the decline in public trust.

In August of 2020, the New York Times published an article by Aimee Ortiz that highlighted the fact that for the first time in 27 years of polling, Gallup recorded the all-time lowest trust in police, with the majority actually admitting that they do not trust the boys in blue. This is a stat that the NYT would be eager and happy to report, as they tirelessly worked toward making it a reality.

It was hard to see the decline in my fellow Americans’ trust in the very people I had looked up to for so many years. My mother worked in law enforcement as a probation officer throughout my childhood. I have family members and friends, both black and white, who proudly serve as police officers today.

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While in college, I participated in a great deal of service opportunities. From mentoring inner city kids, to serving the homeless, to the Special Olympics – I wanted to try every type of service I could.  These were powerful experiences for me. And while most people involved in that type of work typically become more liberal in their politics and unorthodox in their faith, I actually became the opposite. It was eye-opening to me in that it expanded my belief in personal responsibility that had previously been applicable only to my own life.

As I came to learn the stories of so many families and individuals in tough situations, I noticed that many of them played an integral role in getting themselves to their current circumstances. It’s also important to note that many did not. I saw, as expected, that many of the poor and homeless were black, but many were white, Hispanic, and Asian as well.

 I also came to see that poverty wasn’t simply an aspect of life that would inevitably lead to suffering. I witnessed many people who were poor and yet more fulfilled and passionate about life than those who were rich. I experienced this during my four mission trips abroad in college, three to the Dominican Republic and one to Nicaragua. Each trip expanded my mind, heart, and soul in unexpected ways.

The poverty I witnessed in the Dominican Republic was unlike anything I had ever witnessed in the United States. I had come to see what true despair could look like. And yet, I found these people had an incredible work ethic, hopes for the future, and no signs of a victim mentality. If they could rejoice in the possibility of a better life and believe they had a chance to create one for themselves and their families there in the DR, how could we not, with so many examples of thriving black Americans, believe the same is true – actually way more true – for us in the United States?

 

Part Two will be released on September 20, 2023 right here on Locals. Stay Tuned!

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I want you to imagine you’re playing in a basketball game.

You’re on the bench getting some rest, but your team is really heating up. A deep three goes in, followed by a turnover, and a few more quick buckets.

You do some quick math and realize your team just put together a 12-2 run in the last 3-4 minutes of the game. It’s an away game and the home crowd is quieter than it’s been all game. Your opponents call a timeout to regroup.

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And yet, we are still down 46 points. But stay with me. This article is meant to encourage and challenge you, not just rain on your Easter parade.

What the Scoreboard Actually Shows

Here is the honest picture of where the Church stands in America right now, because I think it is important to name it clearly before we talk about what to do.

For every one person who converts to Catholicism, somewhere between six and ten cradle Catholics leave the Church. The General Social Survey has been tracking this for fifty years. In 1973, 84% of those raised Catholic still identified as Catholic as adults. By 2022, that number had fallen to 62%. One out of every three people raised Catholic has disaffiliated themselves from the Church.

Weekly Mass attendance among cradle Catholics tells an even starker story. In 1973, about 34% of those raised Catholic were still attending Mass weekly as adults. By 2002, it had dropped to 20%. By 2022, it had fallen to 11%. We are losing nine out of ten cradle Catholics when it comes to active practice of the faith.

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Why Some Parishes Have Dozens and Others Have One

Here is a question worth asking out loud: given the extraordinary momentum we are seeing in some parts of the Church, why are so many parishes still bringing in only one or two converts a year?

My wife and I volunteered for two years in OCIA at Our Lady of Lourdes in Denver. It is a parish known throughout the Archdiocese for its conversion numbers. Dozens every year, consistently, long before this current wave of interest in the faith made headlines. We were there to witness it firsthand, and what we witnessed taught us something important.

Almost every story we heard from people entering the Church sounded like this:

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“My boyfriend is Catholic and started bringing me here.”

“A coworker kept inviting me to events at the parish, and I finally showed up one Sunday.”

“A friend took me to adoration, and I had an experience I could not explain.”

The difference between a parish that brings in fifty converts a year and a parish that brings in one is almost never the quality of the OCIA program. It is the culture of the parishioners. It is whether the people in the pews see evangelization as something the priest does or as something every baptized Catholic is commissioned to do. It is whether Sunday Mass is the end of their Catholic week or the center of a Catholic life that overflows into their relationships, their conversations, and their invitations.

There are parishes in Denver that sit full on Sunday mornings and have brought in one or two converts in years. The same city. Similar demographics. Vastly different outcomes. The difference is not the zip code. It is the intentionality of the people inside the building.

Every parish that has not had a meaningful number of conversions in years owes itself an honest conversation about why. Not a defensive one, an honest one. Because, as Pope Francis said, we are supposed to be a field hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints. If people are not finding their way in, it is worth asking whether the door feels open to those who are exploring or new to the faith.

We Have a Bigger Retention Problem Than a Conversion Problem

I want to address something that rarely gets mentioned in the excitement around conversion numbers, because I think it is the most important strategic challenge the Church faces right now.

Getting people in is only the beginning. Keeping them is the harder and equally urgent work.

The anecdotal reports from OCIA directors around the country suggest that somewhere between 50% and as many as 90% of converts stop attending Mass regularly within a year of their initiation. CARA's broader research paints a somewhat more encouraging picture, suggesting that around 84% of OCIA converts still identify as Catholic years later. But identification is a low bar. The harder question is whether they are practicing, growing, and passing the faith on to their children.

Megachurches chase numbers for numbers’ sake. That is not our model, and it should never become our model. Our theology holds that the sacraments confer grace, that the Eucharist is the source and summit of the Christian life, that membership in the Body of Christ is not a lifestyle choice but an ontological reality with eternal consequences. If we welcome people into that reality and then fail to form them in it, we have not served them. We have given them a certificate and sent them on their way.

What keeps converts in the Church? Overwhelmingly, the same thing that brought them in. Relationship. A sponsor who stayed in contact after Holy Saturday. A community that made room for them. A parish that treated the period after Easter as the beginning of formation rather than the end of the program. The Easter season is not supposed to be an afterthought. It is meant to be the continuation of a lifelong journey in which the Church is committed to walking alongside its newest members.

If your parish welcomed a dozen people into the Church last Saturday and has no plan for what to do with them between now and Pentecost, that is the most important problem to solve before next Easter.

One of the biggest shortcomings of many formation programs is around the spiritual pillar of prayer. The need for relationship in the ongoing practice of the faith mirrors the primary symbol of our faith: the cross. It must go both vertically and horizontally. We have a real human need to develop intimacy with God and real friendship with one another. The best parishes and the best spiritual leaders teach us how to do both while also cultivating an environment and culture that facilitates transformational relationships upward and outward.

The Leaky Bucket: Catholic Education and the Children We Are Losing

There is no point in celebrating the water flowing in if we have not fixed the holes in the bucket.

The data on cradle Catholics leaving the faith is sobering in its timing. Nearly half of those who leave Catholicism do so before they turn 18. Another 30% leave between 18 and 23. That means roughly 80% of the Catholics we lose, we lose before they reach age 24. The attrition is happening in our schools, in our religious education programs, and in our homes. And it is happening at a rate that dwarfs our current conversion gains.

This is where the Church's most important work is happening and where, too often, we are losing the most ground. Catholic schools and religious education programs that do not form genuinely intentional disciples, that teach the faith as a set of facts to memorize rather than a relationship to enter, are not keeping our children. They are giving them a credential and a reason to check out.

What the research consistently shows is that the young Catholics who stay are the ones who had a genuine encounter with Jesus Christ, not just exposure to Catholic content. They had an adult in their life, a parent, a teacher, a youth minister, who lived the faith visibly and authentically in front of them. They were given something to sacrifice for rather than just something to sit through.

This is not a program problem. It is a discipleship problem. And it starts in the home long before it reaches the classroom.

The Question of Openness to Life

If we want the Church to grow, Catholics need to have more children.

The culture has done an extraordinarily effective job of convincing Catholics, including many practicing, well-intentioned Catholics, that two children is the responsible number. That being said, beyond two, you are being reckless, burdening the environment, or simply failing to prioritize your own comfort and career. The Church's actual teaching on openness to life is treated even within many Catholic families as an optional addendum rather than a central and countercultural command.

I am not arguing that every Catholic family must have ten children or that there are never serious reasons to space or limit births. The Church has never said that, and neither have I. What I am saying is that the casual cultural default of stopping at one or two, without any serious prayer or discernment, without any real engagement with what the Church actually teaches about the gift of life, is something that deserves to be named and examined.

I reflect back to my experience in a Catholic grade school in the early 2000s and remember seeing the families with 4-5 children as the “big families”. Most of my closest friends, and I’m talking 80-90%, were from families with 1-2 children. The adventurous parents dared to have 3. And wouldn’t you know it, the same culture that had a closed-mindedness on children also had immense flexibility on divorce. And the fruits of these households are a very low % of children (and their parents) practicing the faith as adults.

Every child raised in a faithful Catholic home is a missionary in the next generation. The demographic reality of the Church in America is inseparable from the question of whether Catholic families are open to the life God may be calling them to receive.

The Challenge: Stop Watching the Run and Get in the Game

I want to close with something direct, because I think the Church's greatest structural weakness right now is not a lack of enthusiasm. It is a surplus of spectators.

Passive Catholics are not going to win this. They never have. The parishes producing dozens of converts are not doing it because they have a better building or a more dynamic pastor (although this does help). They are doing it because the people in the pews have decided that evangelization is their job too. They invite people. They bring friends to events. They make room at their dinner tables and in their lives for people who are searching. They volunteer for OCIA. They sponsor converts and stay in contact after Easter. They give their time and their money to a mission they actually believe in.

The momentum we are riding right now is a gift. It is the work of the Holy Spirit, and it is real. But momentum without strategy dissipates. A 12-to-2 run means nothing if the team calls it a win and heads to the locker room.

Here is what I am asking you to do. Pick one thing from this list and commit to it before Pentecost:

Volunteer for your parish's OCIA program next year. Contact your director now, before you forget. The people who walked into the Easter Vigil as strangers and left as Catholics needed someone to walk the journey with them. Be that person for someone next year.

Invite someone. Not to a debate about Catholicism. Not to a lecture on doctrine. Just to Mass. Just to an event. Just to something that opens a door. Most of the people who entered the Church at Easter this weekend did so because someone who loved them extended a simple invitation.

Commit to your parish. Not just Sunday Mass. One additional commitment. A ministry. A volunteer role. Something that roots you in a community deeply enough that you begin to see its needs as your needs.

Engage actively with your children's formation. Not just driving them to religious ed. Praying with them at home. Talking about the faith around the dinner table. Living it visibly enough for them to see what it looks like to take it seriously.

The scoreboard is real. The deficit is real. But so is the run we are on. And teams that are down 46 points with genuine momentum do not quit. They push. They organize. They get strategic. And sometimes, against every expectation, they win.

What is one thing you are committing to this Easter season to grow the Church in your community? Drop it in the comments.

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Coming Home to Chaos

I came home recently after nearly seven days on the road. I had worked through the weekend. I was tired in that bone-deep way that does not go away with a single good night's sleep. And when I walked through the front door, there was no warm greeting waiting for me.

My 3-year-old son was mid-tantrum. Two out of three nights that week, I walked straight from the driveway into full disciplinarian mode. No transition. No runway. No chance to decompress. Just a small human testing every limit he could find, and a father who had to decide in real time whether to hold the line or let it slide.

I will be honest with you. Everything in me wanted to let it slide. I was exhausted. I felt guilty about being away. I wanted connection, not conflict. And there is a version of myself, a less-formed version, who would have looked the other way, bought peace with permissiveness, and told myself I was being kind.

But I have learned something important about toddlers that changes everything: they cannot yet reason. They cannot think abstractly. They cannot hear a lengthy explanation of why their behavior is problematic and internalize it as a change in conduct. What they can do is experience immediate, consistent consequences and begin to understand that certain behaviors produce certain outcomes every single time. That is not cruelty. That is how you teach a creature who is not yet capable of being taught any other way.

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Hebrews 12 is the passage I come back to most when I think about this. It reads: "For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives. It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what son is there whom his father does not discipline? If you are left without discipline, in which all have participated, then you are illegitimate children and not sons."

Read that again. The absence of discipline is presented not as kindness but as abandonment. A child left without correction is not being treated as a son. He is being treated as someone his father does not care enough about to form.

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I explained my reasoning, but admittedly, I thought it lacked enough depth. It is the kind of question that deserves a thoughtful answer rather than a reflexive one, so I did some digging.

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The cantor was a woman. The lectors were women. The altar servers were girls. The Extraordinary Ministers were women. Up front, actively participating in the sacred action of the Mass, there were almost entirely women and a priest. The men, many of them, stood in the back. Literally. Arms folded. Going through the motions at best and completely checking out at worst.

And over time, most of those men stopped coming. They drifted out the back doors they had been standing near and never came back. And most of their kids, the ones I grew up around, do not practice the faith today.

Now, I want to be careful here. I am not making a sweeping causal claim. There were many factors behind those men leaving. But I will say this: the active, visible, participatory life of the Church never seemed to be calling them. It never seemed to be designed with them in mind. And that observation has stayed with me.

The Chicken and the Egg

Here is the honest question I keep coming back to: Did the Church become predominantly female in its active participation because men were already disengaging? Or did men disengage, at least in part, because the active roles of parish life increasingly felt like they belonged to women?

I do not think anyone can answer that definitively. It is a classic chicken-and-egg problem. But I do think it is a question worth sitting with honestly, rather than dismissing it as retrograde or uncharitable to women.

Because here is what we know for certain: the vocations crisis in the American Catholic Church is real. It is severe. And it is not evenly distributed.

The Lincoln Exception

The Diocese of Lincoln, Nebraska, is one of the best-kept secrets in American Catholicism. While dioceses across the country struggle with priest shortages, parish closures, and dwindling Mass attendance, Lincoln tells a different story.

According to data from the Official Catholic Directory and Catholic News Agency, Lincoln has approximately one active priest for every 737 Catholics. The national average is one priest for every 4,723 Catholics. Let that sink in for a moment. Lincoln is not just outperforming the national average; it is also outperforming the state average. It is lapping it. The diocese has so many priests that it sends them to serve in other dioceses that are struggling.

Lincoln is also, as of this writing, the only diocese in the United States that maintains a male-only altar server policy across the entire diocese.

That is not a coincidence I am willing to simply wave away.

What Rome Actually Said

In 1994, the Vatican clarified that female altar servers are permitted under canon law, leaving the decision to each local bishop. But what often gets left out of that story is what else Rome said in the same document.

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