The Church, every time, demands closeness. It insists that babies be conceived in their mother’s womb, with the father as close as a man can be—not prodded into existence with a needle in a petri dish. Sex should be enjoyed without physical barriers, or the barren dead ends of vasectomies or tubal ligations. Even confession, like all the sacraments, must be in person, and not done by distance, over the phone or internet. The Church concerns herself with the most intimate things, because this is how we are made: with hands and skin, with voices and breath, and with blood.
The post is about abortion; this paragraph is about more than that.
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