A few weeks ago, I called my local parish in the West Village the hottest club in town in a tweet. I was talking about St Joseph’s Church. On one recent Sunday, there were lines out of the door on the streets of New York City. Standing room only. The tweet went viral. I thought I should explain a little further what I meant.
A bit of my journey: I grew up Catholic – my parents met at a Newman Center. I was baptised, confirmed, became a Eucharistic minister, spoke at college retreats, went on mission to Port-au-Prince with the Sisters of Charity and have hardly ever missed a Sunday Mass. And yet, for many years, I spoke as little of my Catholic faith as possible.
