“Gracias, Padre.” Callie thanked the pastor as he welcomed her in. It’d been years since she had been into a church let alone an iglesia. She’d struggled with the mind set she was raised in where church was this all important place for people of God, but as she got older she was taught that it was for people of God, sure, as long as they didn’t check certain boxes. Which she did. She was bisexual. She still had hard time separating God from the people who claim to be of Him yet spewed hate with all they had.
So, here she was. Spending time in the closest iglesia she could find. She always found herself closest to Him in a Spanish iglesia. It was where she first found Him. She sat in the pews just contemplating everything. This holiday would be the first one she wasn’t spending at him with her father and sister. After she finished, she lit a candle to finish her prayer. She wished she had brought a tissue with her. God, she was such a mess.
Leaving the church she started her way back to the parking lot where her car was. She rubbed her eyes. It’s not like her father would miss her that much. Miss criticizing her choices in life maybe. As she cleared her eyes she nearly ran into someone. “Ay dios! I’m so sorry. Clearly tonight is not my night.”













