There is no trope more present in pop music than the kiss. And in fact my vocational journey to the Jesuits started with a kiss.
It was a sudden, tender kiss. It was a pure kiss, a true kiss. I remember it well because it left me hollow. It was meant to be beautiful, but it didn’t make me feel the way I thought it would make me feel.
At that moment, somehow, I realised that I was made for something more than romance with another person. I wanted love with God alone. Only God’s love was big enough to fill me. Later that night, when Taylor Swift came on the radio asking her lover to “take somewhere we can be alone”, I followed her lead, communicating with God one on one in the sensual silence of prayer.
