Sunday, May 12, 2024

How Pope Francis opened the Vatican to transgender sex workers

Sea gulls soared over St. Peter’s Square as Laura Esquivel, clad in tight leather pants, aimed herself toward the high walls of the Holy See. 

“It’s not too much? My makeup?” she asked, self-consciously touching a rouged cheek. “I don’t care what people think. 

But this is the pope.”

She hurried into the Vatican’s cavernous Paul VI Audience Hall and was ushered to the front row. Before her, a 23-foot-tall bronze sculpture of Jesus gazed down. Behind her, the faithful flashed curious looks.

It was the third papal meeting for Laura, 57, a saucy Paraguayan sex worker who, in her realest moments, described herself as “una travesti,” outdated Spanish slang for “a transgender woman.” 

She lived by a code: Tough girls don’t cry. 

But the first time Pope Francis had blessed her, she couldn’t suppress her tears. On their second meeting, they chatted over lunch. He came to know her well enough to ask about her health. 

On top of her longtime HIV, she’d had a recent cancer diagnosis. 

During treatment, the church sourced her a comfortable hotel room in the shadow of the Colosseum and provided food, money, medicine and tests.

The outreach reflected an unconventional pope in the most radical stage of his papacy. From his early days in 2013, when he famously declared, “Who am I to judge,” Francis has urged the Catholic Church to embrace all comers, including those living in conflict with its teachings. 

Now, his unprecedented opening to the LGBTQ+ community has reached its zenith — and ballooned into the most explosive issue of his tenure, fueling a bitter clash with senior conservative clerics, who have denounced him in remarkably harsh terms.

In recent months, Francis has given explicit approval for transgender godparents and blessings of same-sex couples. He penned a defense of secular civil unions — once described by his predecessor as “contrary to the common good.” 

His pronouncements have sometimes seemed contradictory or in tension — authorizing baptisms for transgender people one day, while warning of the moral risks of “sex-change intervention” on another. He has said “being homosexual is not a crime” but hasn’t altered church teaching that homosexual acts are “intrinsically disordered.”

Nevertheless, as the 87-year-old pontiff moves to cement his legacy, he has been emphatic about his overarching vision: the open door.

Nothing made that point more vividly than his decision over the past two years to welcome nearly 100 transgender women, many of them sex workers, into the sacred spaces of the Vatican.

These were imperfect people who had lived through rejection, vice and violence, some losing faith along the way. Like Laura.

She’d worked the streets on two continents, starting at age 15. She did time in an Italian jail for cutting another trans woman in a fight. “Soy hecho de hierro,” she’d say. I’m made of iron. She apologized to no one for her life, up to and including the pope.

Yet through once unimaginable encounters with the supreme pontiff of 1.4 billion Catholics, and with the support of a local priest and nun, she’d begun to soften. 

For the first time in years, she’d started to pray. If she beat her cancer, she knew she faced a decision: return to prostitution or, as her supporters hoped, forge a new life.

From the front row, on the last papal audience before Easter, she kept her eyes on the pope as he approached in his wheelchair.

“Pope Francis!” she said, reaching for his hand.

“Laura!” beamed the pope.

Laura’s connection to Pope Francis was set in motion on a brisk March evening at the start of the pandemic, when a small priest with a high voice pulled his copper-colored Fiat Panda up to her dingy apartment building in Torvaianica.

Twenty-four miles south of Rome, near a gay beach and a military barracks, the working-class town was a hub for transgender sex workers, many of them undocumented Latin Americans. 

Like others, Laura worked a wooded grove. 

Clients would identify her in their headlights and then accompany her to a shack with a mattress.

But Italy’s emergence as a global hot spot for the coronavirus stifled that business. Laura was in a panic. No clients meant no food.

It was through other trans women who worked in the woods that she heard about “Don Andrea.”

The Rev. Andrea Conocchia, a liberal priest originally from Rome, was doling out food to migrants from the inner courtyard of the boxy Church of the Immaculate Blessed Virgin. 

Among those who came were cooks, maids and dishwashers who’d lost off-the-books jobs. 

An Argentine named Paola was the first trans woman to show up.

“Padrecito,” she asked with trepidation behind oversize black shades, speaking half-Spanish, half-Italian. “Can you help me like you’re doing with the others?”

The next day, Paola returned with a friend. Then again, with more.

“Padrecito,” one of them ventured while in the priest’s office another day, “you may or may not have figured this out, but we are sex workers.”

He raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t realized — his innocence sometimes verging on comical. But his door, he told them, was open to all.

Laura arrived on foot. She had no car, so she walked the mile and a half, armed with a grocery bag and hope. Don Andrea asked for her phone number and encouraged her to go home.

A few hours later, at 7 p.m., her cellphone rang. It was Don Andrea. He was outside.

“I swear, he brought everything: pasta, rice, sugar, pâté, olives,” she recalled. “Everything in boxes. It was 400, 500 euros’ worth of food. He told me to call him whenever I needed anything.”

Writing to Pope Francis was Don Andrea’s suggestion. Some of the food he’d been distributing to the trans women of Torvaianica was from the Vatican’s Office of Papal Charities. They could thank the pope, he told them, and articulate their needs.

And so one evening, Marcela Sanchez finished a dinner of gnocchi with chicken, put on pajamas, shut off the lights and began to compose a note to the pope in the glow of her Samsung mobile.

Marcela was a sex worker in her late 40s who, like Francis, hailed from Argentina. She opened up to the pope about the police officers back home who’d held her down, beat her and raped her. 

She wrote of shopping for groceries there by night out of fear of being seen, and bashed, by day.

At 1 a.m., she sent the text to Don Andrea, who forwarded it to Francis.

The pope wrote back.

In a handwritten letter, he addressed her using the feminine in Spanish: “My dear Marcela, thank you very much for your email. … I respect you and accompany you with my compassion and my prayer. Anything I can help you with, please let me know.”

The pope’s charity office began sending money to Torvaianica, in addition to the food. Not fortunes — a hundred euros here, two hundred there. 

But in the pandemic, it was manna from heaven.

When vaccines were approved, the Office of Papal Charities offered appointments. 

People without residency papers weren’t eligible for jabs through Italy’s National Health Service. 

So the Torvaianica contingent was led to into the vastness of the Paul VI Hall to get shots from Vatican stores.

“They saved our lives,” Laura said.

Laura picked a hot pink blouse, jeans and white sandals for her first encounter with the pope, on a summer morning in 2022. She mugged for photos in the colonnades of St. Peter’s, along with other trans women and a same-sex couple Don Andrea had brought along. She had cried on the phone with the priest the night before. What would she say? How should she act? “Just be yourself,” he said.

Francis, who had been dealing with knee pain, sat in a high-backed chair during his open-air audience that day. 

When it was her turn, Laura strode up and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m a transsexual from Paraguay,” she blurted out in Italian.

He smiled and replied, “You are also a child of God.”

She asked for his blessing, and he touched both her shoulders. “God bless you,” the pope said.

“You, too,” Laura responded.

When Francis laughed, she asked him why. “We should speak Spanish, we’re South American,” he said, linking their identities. As he moved away, she felt hot tears and adjusted her sunglasses to hide them.

The meetings between the pope and the trans women had started two months earlier, in April 2022. 

Sister Geneviève Jeanningros, an elderly French nun who ministered outside Rome and knew the pope, had taken an interest in the Torvaianica group. 

She wrote to the papal household asking if she could bring four of them to one of the regular Wednesday audiences. No one responded. So she submitted a standard ticket request and, together with Don Andrea, brought them unannounced.

One in the first group was Claudia Victoria Salas. She was a 60-year-old Argentine who had aged out of prostitution and was cooking and cleaning at the Samoa, a honky-tonk boardinghouse and nightclub where several of the women lived. 

On the night Francis was named pope, Claudia had dashed to St. Peter’s Square to wave their national flag. 

On the day she was to meet him, she rose at 3 a.m. to make him empanadas.

At the Vatican, Don Andrea sensed some of the pope’s aides shrinking from their group. 

But Francis appeared to be delighted. Claudia cried as he blessed her. 

“You don’t know the feeling,” she said, crying again during a retelling in her small apartment — filled with snapshots, calendars and books about Francis. “To be like this, who we are, looked down upon, with all our troubles, and to have the pope see you as a person. The pope! To bless you. To treat you humanely. To accept you. I’m telling you. You have no idea.”

The pope’s receptiveness prompted Sister Geneviève to ask: Could more of the “girls” come? He replied, “I want to see them — they must all, all, all come.”

“You know, when he repeats something three times, it’s because he really means it,” the nun said.

The visits became a regular occurrence, with people coming from Torvaianica and across central Italy. 

“Groups of trans come all the time,” Francis told fellow Jesuits in Lisbon last August. “The first time they came, they were crying. I was asking them why. One of them told me, ‘I didn’t think the pope would receive me!’ Then, after the first surprise, they made a habit of coming back. Some write to me, and I email them back. Everyone is invited! I realized these people feel rejected.”

Those visits were hardly hush-hush, but neither were they big media events — until November, when the Vatican agreed to let Don Andrea bring a literal bus load of transgender women to lunch with the pope, with journalists invited along for the ride.

They drove past the umbrella pines of the Lazio countryside. Several of the trans women clutched rosaries and prayed. 

Others told off-color jokes. Claudia, in a gray turtleneck, giggled as she opened her purse to reveal a smuggled beer. “I won’t drink it in front of the pope,” she promised.

There was chatter about Francis’s recent gestures toward the LGBTQ+ community. 

Ten days earlier, the Vatican had released its guidance that transgender people could be baptized and serve as godparents

Before that came the letter signaling the pope’s openness to blessings for same-sex couples.

Church traditionalists were fuming. At a historic synod on the future of the church in October, held in the same Vatican hall where Laura would meet the pope again before Easter, a cluster of conservative bishops — from Poland, Hungary, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Australia — had railed against the blessings and described homosexuality as “disgusting” and “unnatural.”

Claudia defended the pontiff.

“The pope is a person who believes in equality for everyone,” she said. “He does not discriminate; he welcomes. He sees us, he is open to us.”

Those on the bus basked in the glow of what felt like acceptance. Laura marveled: They were about to dine with the pope.

“Lunch” that day was a loose term. It was a Vatican event for a thousand underprivileged and homeless people of Rome. 

But Laura and Claudia were guests of honor, seated directly across from the pope. 

Laura reached past a centerpiece of daisies and bottles of Fanta and Coca-Cola to hand him a gift: a vessel and straw for maté, the herbal tea popular in both their countries.

Over plates of cannelloni, they talked of South American food and other lighthearted things. 

The pope refrained from probing questions or pointed advice.

“Pope Francis never criticized me or told me to change my life,” Laura said.

Video footage of the bus ride, however, was like catnip for the pope’s critics. 

Laura — who could be seen in one clip standing in the aisle, sunglasses tucked into the neckline of a form-fitting magenta top — said she received missives via Facebook questioning why a trans woman should be allowed to share a meal with a pope.

In an op-ed published soon after, Héctor Aguer, the bishop emeritus of La Plata, Argentina, denounced the church for succumbing to what he called “inclusive mania” and accused Francis’s pontificate, with its reluctance to condemn anyone, of promoting “bad theology.”

Vitriol swirled on social media. “Another 20 years and they will be having transgender drag queen arch bishops probably,” wrote X user Evan Dyer, who describes himself as a “God fearing” Texas Republican.

John-Henry Westen, co-founder of the conservative U.S. religious news outlet LifeSite, questioned the seeming hypocrisy of a pontiff who in 2015 compared gender theory to nuclear weapons.

“So how do we square Pope Francis saying that gender ideology is one of the most dangerous ideological colonization and then the same Pope Francis blesses the behavior of transgender individuals?” Westen wrote.

The pope would say he was not blessing the behavior but the individuals. 

A Vatican document in April would repeat Francis’s criticism of gender theory, as well as a call “to acknowledge the fundamental dignity inherent in every person.” 

In a recent clarification to an American nun who worked in LGBTQ+ ministry, Francis said his criticism of gender theory should not be read as contradicting his basic belief that “transgender people must be accepted and integrated into society.”

In an interview with The Washington Post, one of the pope’s leading critics, Cardinal Gerhard Ludwig Müller, accused Francis of playing to the “digital culture” of our times, of knowing that the images of trans women at a high-profile papal event would cause a stir.

“It’s absolutely clear that Jesus excluded nobody, but it was also the call of his to conversion against our sins,” Mueller said. The trans women, he noted, “had spoken out publicly, [saying] that this encounter with the pope was a justification of their own behavior. And this cannot be.”

Papal contact was certainly no guarantee of an epiphany, or a Hallmark Channel ending.

On an October morning in 2022, Claudia opened an iron gate to an apartment block at the Samoa. For two days, her friend Naomi Cabral hadn’t responded to calls or texts, and Claudia was anxious. 

She climbed a staircase to Naomi’s unit and knocked. 

No one answered. 

She knocked harder, pushing open the unlocked door with her fist. 

She was stunned. 

The naked body of the 47-year-old, 6-foot-3 Argentine was facedown on the bed.

Only a few months earlier, Naomi had met Pope Francis. Now she was dead.

Investigators swooped in. 

They reconstructed the crime, analyzed her phone records, implemented a wiretap and, within a month, arrested a man they identified as the last client to see her and whom they overheard admitting to killing someone. 

Had it not been for Naomi’s connections with the pope, her friends insisted, the police never would have pursued a suspect with such zeal.

Naomi’s family in Argentina refused her remains, so Don Andrea held a funeral for her at his church.

Then a second trans woman who had met the pope died — of complications from HIV. Giuliana’s friends said she’d let herself go, given up. 

Don Andrea said Masses in honor of Naomi and Giuliana.

The services brought the trans community of Torvaianica together — and gave them an additional reason to attend Mass.

In one of those services, in late March, 17 trans women sat among 50 or so other parishioners. 

Laura spirited from pew to pew during liturgies and readings. Daisy Spitaglieri, 61, a Bolivian who danced in Italian nightclubs in her heyday and met the pope in 2022, wore Jackie O sunglasses and sat reverently with her Chihuahua, Rolando, by her side. 

In another pew, Claudia whispered to a friend and sneaked sips of Peroni beer from her purse. 

The trans worshipers drew stares as they chatted through the service and a later catechism session.

“Shush!” Don Andrea said, quieting the din.

At times, getting his trans congregants to focus was like “trying to herd cats,” he said. He welcomed them at Mass and ministered to them — sometimes covering his ears with a cry of “mamma mia” when their talk turned racy. 

But he dissuaded several of them who wanted to regularly volunteer at the parish, worrying that a more frequent presence could prove disruptive.

“Their threshold is not mine,” he said of some of his parishioners.

Several days later, a few longtime parishioners were cleaning the church.

“Some people here are wary [of the trans women], especially the elderly,” said Maria Concetta Tranchina, 65. “They will grumble. They won’t [outright criticize] them, but they will shoot dirty looks.”

Giuseppina Cerqua, 65, chimed in. “I think most [of the elderly here] are like that. They’ll say things like: ‘Don Andrea shouldn’t be doing this,’ that [the trans women] should stay out of the church.”

A man in his 80s with a walking stick, who declined to give his name, muttered: Don Andrea “has done good things and things that are less than good. A priest should be called to a higher standard. That’s all I’m saying.”

Asked later about the mood, Don Andrea said: “Some of my parishioners will ask me whether being homosexual is a sin, whether the girls that we have helped are praying, whether they’re coming to confession, or to Mass. Some of them, many of them, will inquire whether [my transgender parishioners] mean to change their lives. I respond that some indeed told me they were meaning to. But not all of them. Because that’s the only life they’ve known.”

Laura’s allies in the church offered support without conditions.

After Laura’s colon cancer diagnosis in June, Don Andrea found a pro bono lawyer to legalize her residency in Italy — where she’d lived undocumented since 1993 — then helped register her with the National Health Service. 

A medical clinic run by the Office of Papal Charities offered tests and medicines. 

Sister Geneviève identified a three-star hotel where management was willing to let her stay free, including in-room meals, during six weeks of chemotherapy. 

Later, the French nun secured her a private room in a Rome shelter not far from the Vatican, while the papal charity office continued to provide occasional cash stipends.

Several times, the pope asked Don Andrea about Laura’s health. “It’s almost like Laura has become a friend of the pope,” the priest reflected.

Laura thanked the pope for his concern by bringing homemade empanadas to the papal household. When the guards let her in, she turned to Don Andrea. “I feel like someone,she said. “Laura, you are someone,” he replied.

Her faith over the years had fluctuated. Somewhere between her father forcing her to shave her long locks as a teen and the violence in the vice-filled woods on the Italian coast, she’d stopped believing. She found reprieve in cocaine, liquor, the company of clients.

She’d returned to prayer in 2020, prompted, she said, by Don Andrea’s kindness. Every week or two, she’d cross the cobblestone of Torvaianica’s main square and kneel in the well-worn pews of his sienna-hued church.

Her friends in Paraguay were “shocked” by her newfound faith. “They couldn’t believe it,” she said.

Her encounters with the pope, and the help from the church during her cancer treatments, strengthened her connection. She was still dishing dirty stories when the priests weren’t around, and sometimes when they were. 

But when she felt well enough, she went to Sunday Mass. Sometimes she’d pop a clonazepam to chase away overwhelming thoughts of cancer, her uncertain future. But more often, she prayed.

Acceptance, not proselytizing, had lured her back to faith. The pope, Don Andrea, Sister Geneviève and the Catholic church had become comforting figures and her unlikely allies.

None of this affected her thinking on gender. 

For Laura and the other trans women of Torvaianica, that was a long settled question. 

But sex work was something she wavered on. At times she talked about returning to it if her cancer treatments were a success. “I like life. I like prostitution. I like men,” she said in February. “I don’t have to explain myself to anyone.”

But just before her Holy Week meeting with the pope, she felt less certain. Nervously lighting a cigarette at a cafe off St. Peter’s Square, she said Don Andrea and the pope’s almoner, a Polish cardinal, were trying to change her mind. She inhaled the smoke. Let it out. She didn’t want to let them down. Maybe, she mused, she’d go back to Paraguay. Retire.

“I’m getting too old for this anyway,” she said.

On Holy Wednesday, Laura was anxious and exhausted. She was awaiting biopsy results, unsure if she’d beaten her cancer. She hadn’t been sleeping. Her legs hurt from her treatments. Her mind raced, jumping from thought to thought.

In the Vatican hall, she fidgeted in her chair.

She was sitting with Don Andrea, Sister Geneviève and a trans man who wanted to be a priest. 

When Francis arrived, pushed by aides in his wheelchair, he made his way along the front row, grasping hands and sharing words with each guest.

To the trans man, he was kind, if noncommittal, opening no door, nor closing one. “Keep talking to Jesus, because that’s the safe way forward,” he said.

Francis arrived at Laura. How was she? And by the way, he loved those empanadas she’d made.

“I’ll make more whenever you want,” Laura said.

“Please,” she said. “Bless me.”

The pope lifted his fingers to her forehead and made the sign of the cross.

“Thank you, Pope Francis,” she said. “Thank you.”

Pope Francis on Mother’s Day: Let us pray also for mothers in heaven

Angelus with Pope Francis - Vatican News

On Mother’s Day, Pope Francis entrusted all mothers to the Blessed Virgin Mary, asking everyone to remember to also pray for all the mothers who have gone to heaven.

Speaking from the window of the Apostolic Palace on May 12, Pope Francis asked the crowd gathered in St. Peter’s Square for a round of applause to celebrate all mothers.

“Mother’s Day is celebrated in many countries today. We reflect with gratitude on all mothers, and let us also pray for mothers who have gone to heaven. We entrust mothers to the protection of Mary, our heavenly mother,” the pope said.

Pope Francis also asked for the Virgin Mary’s intercession to help in life’s journey towards heaven.

“May Mary, she who has already arrived at the destination, help us to walk together with joy  towards the glory of Heaven,” he said.

The pope noted that Italy and many other countries celebrate the Solemnity of the Ascension on Sunday. He said that Jesus shows us the way to heaven “step by step,” like a mountaineer ascending a summit, in the Gospels and through the Sacraments.

“What are these steps that must be taken?” he asked. “Today’s Gospel says: ‘preach the Gospel, baptize, cast out demons, pick up serpents, lay hands on the sick’ (cf. Mk 16:16-18).”

“In summary, perform the works of love: to give life, bring hope, steer away from any form of wickedness and meanness, respond to evil with good, be close to those who suffer.”

Pope Francis added that the more we do these “works of love,” the more “we let ourselves be transformed by His Spirit.”

“It is He who awakens us and communicates to us, with His Word and with the grace of the Sacraments, the beauty of the Homeland towards which we are headed,” the pope said.

After praying the Regina Caeli prayer in Latin, the pope asked people to pray for peace in Palestine, Israel, Myanmar, and Ukraine.

“Dear Brothers and Sisters, As we celebrate the Ascension of the Lord who sets us free and wants us to be free, I renew my appeal for a general exchange of all prisoners between Russia and Ukraine,” he said.

Pope Francis added that he wanted to assure “the Holy See's readiness to facilitate every effort in this regard, especially for those seriously wounded and ill.”

The pope extended greetings to pilgrims visiting Rome from Hungary, Malta, Portugal, Austria, and Germany. Pope Francis also gave thanks to a band from Germany who performed in St. Peter’s Square as a tribute to the late Pope Benedict XVI.

Joking Pope refers to prayers against him inside the Vatican

Lessons on prayer from Pope Francis

Almost anyone who’s ever met Pope Francis in person has heard some version of his standard laugh line. 

It generally goes like this: When the visitor assures the pope that he or she is praying for him, the pontiff, with a twinkle in his eye, will ask a simple question.

Pro, o contra?

That is, are you praying for me or against me? It’s a jocular way of acknowledging that Francis understands he tends to be a lightning rod, stirring both passion and outrage.

On Friday, however, the pontiff added a new twist to his standard trope, indirectly, and still with tongue in cheek, suggesting that at least some of those contra prayers may be coming from inside the Vatican itself.

The aside came on Friday, when Pope Francis took a brief car ride down the Via della Conciliazione in order to address a conference on efforts to promote Italy’s historically low birth rate.

At the end of his speech, the pontiff issued his standard invitation to “not forget to pray for me,” adding the usual, “please, pray in favor and not against!”

Unbidden, the pope than launched into an extemporaneous anecdote after handing his prepared text to an aide.

“One time, I was finishing an audience and about twenty meters away, where the fence was, there was a lady, a small old lady with beautiful eyes,” the pope said,

“She called out to me, ‘Come over, come over,’ and she seemed kind. I approached her and asked, “Ma’am, what’s your name?” She told me. Then I asked, ‘How old are you?’ She said, ‘87.’”

Francis, obviously impressed with how well the older woman was holding up despite her age, said he then asked, “What do you do, what do you eat to be so strong?”

He said the woman responded, “I eat ravioli … I make them myself,” and then, according to Francis, she proceeded to give him her recipe.

(The pope did not add the particular that he himself is today 87, nor did he reveal whether ravioli have become part of his anti-aging strategy.)

The pope then continued his story.

“I said to her, ‘Ma’am, please, pray for me.’ She said, ‘I do, every day.’”

“As a joke, I said, ‘But listen, pray for me, not against.’ The old lady smiled and said to me, ‘Be careful, Father, they’re praying against you inside there,’” as the pope pointed over his shoulder, indicating the Vatican.

“Clever, huh?” the pope said, referring to the old woman’s quip. “Maybe a little anti-clerical,” drawing laughs from the audience.

The pope then said again, “For me, not against!”, closing by repeating his request for prayers.

Church of Wales' youngest ever bishop is consecrated

History was made Saturday when the youngest person ever to become a bishop in the Church in Wales was consecrated.

David Morris, 38, was anointed and received the symbols of the office of a bishop at a special service at Bangor Cathedral.

It follows his appointment in January as Assistant Bishop in the Diocese of Bangor. David takes the title of Bishop of Bardsey.

The warm spring sunshine shone as more than 300 people – family, friends, colleagues and guests representing churches and civic institutions across Wales and the UK – packed into the Cathedral for the service. 

Another 200 joined in online, watching the live-stream broadcast on YouTube.

During the service, David was anointed with holy oil and consecrated by his fellow bishops. He was also presented with the symbols of office: a bishop’s episcopal ring, a pectoral cross, a mitre, a Bible and a pastoral staff (crozier). 

 These were brought to him, for presentation, by members of his family. The ring, a gift from his parents, was brought by David’s mother, Hazel Morris. The cross from his fiancé Marc Penny, and the pastoral staff, a gift from Bishop David Yeoman, retired Assistant Bishop of Llandaff.

A fanfare sounded and there were cheers as David was then presented to the congregation to be welcomed as Bishop of Bardsey.

In his address, Canon Richard Lowndes, Formation Tutor at St Padarn’s Institute, described Bishop

David as a “consummate networker” who had touched many people’s lives, as shown in the number supporting him at the service. 

There were many joys of being a bishop and great times of celebration, he said. But there were also difficult days when they had to carry heavy burdens alone. 

He urged people to pray for all their bishops, focusing on them as shepherds and leaders, so that they may have the gifts of grace, holiness and love.

The choir sang a new anthem which was composed for the service. Words from an ancient poem written by Meilyr Brydydd about the island of Bardsey, were set to music by composer Simon Ogdon in the anthem, called Ynys Firain.

The Archbishop, Andrew John, said, “Today has been a happy and joyful day for the Diocese of Bangor and the Church in Wales. David brings an array of gifts to this ministry. He is a strong pastor and someone whom people trust and that is one of the great strengths of his ministry.” 

Bishop David said, “The consecration service has been absolutely wonderful. I have really felt supported and uplifted by family and friends and the whole church gathered. I am looking forward to my future ministry in this diocese working alongside the clergy and people and I thank everyone for their prayers and support.” 

Journey of Ministry

Originally from Cymmer in the Rhondda Valley, David Morris graduated in theology from the University of Wales, Bangor and trained for ministry at St Michael’s College, Llandaff, when he also completed a Master’s degree in theology. 

He was ordained as a priest in 2010 at Llandaff Cathedral by Bishop Barry Morgan (left) and served his curacy in Merthyr Tydfil. 

Two years later, David was appointed parish priest of Grangetown in Cardiff, where he served for seven years, and was also Vocations Advisor for Llandaff Diocese. 

In 2019, he was appointed Director of Ordinands for Llandaff Diocese and Vicar in the East Vale Ministry Area, in the Vale of Glamorgan. 

After three years, David moved to the Diocese of Bangor as Diocesan Director of Ministry and was also made Residentiary Canon of Bangor Cathedral.

David was made a Commander of the Order of St John in 2020 and has been actively involved with St John Ambulance Cymru as a chaplain since 2010; he was appointed Dean of the Priory for Wales in 2019 and a Trustee of the charity in 2020.

Vandals have taken charge of the Church of England (Opinion)

‘How much of the meaning of the words was lost when they were produced with all the meretricious charm of melody!” declares Obadiah Slope of Mr Harding’s beloved Barchester choir. 

The war against church choirs is nothing new. 

Invariably there are people who simply don’t “get it”. Those for whom music, married to words in worship, echoing the rhythms of the past and making them live again in the present, is not beautiful but a distraction from what really matters. 

Slope is the villain of Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers, and at the heart of his villainy is his managerial campaign to do away with music in the cathedral. A sweet conceit for a Victorian novel, you might think. Alas the spirit of Slope lives on. 

Another week, another miserable story courtesy of the Church of England. Winchester – where sung worship has featured since before the days of Alfred the Great – has reportedly shown plans to its choral foundation to “increase diversity of contribution” in line with its main priorities of “reach and access” and “diversity and inclusion”. 

(Note the wishy-washy language, the lack of any mention of the worship of God.) 

According to classical music magazine Slipped Disc, in management-speak, this means replacing the cathedral choristers with a “variety of singers from other parts of the regional demographic”. 

Jargon becomes a cover for what is, essentially, vandalism, the destruction of centuries of beauty for no apparent reason. 

All this has come to light via a leaked PowerPoint presentation which the press and the people who worship there were presumably not meant to see until the replacement of choral singers became a fait accompli; a classic case of managers being totally unaccountable to the people they purport to serve. 

We must hope this plan remains confined to the PowerPoint deck, but similarly baffling decisions have become par for the course. St John’s College, Cambridge recently disbanded its wonderful mixed-voice Anglican choir St John’s Voices, which sings choral Evensong each week, in favour of “more diverse musical genres”. 

In 2020, Sheffield Cathedral sacked its entire choir, supposedly to reflect “the exciting future of the mixed urban community in which we live and work”. 

At parish level, St Margaret’s, Westminster quietly dismissed its choir midway through the pandemic. Following a similar move, the congregation of Holy Trinity, Sloane Square managed to raise enough money to fund their singers for a few years; but what may work in affluent Chelsea won’t be a template for all. 

It is rarely entirely clear who is responsible for these decisions, which is part of the problem, though it isn’t coming from the people in the pews. 

The organisational structure of ecclesiastical bodies, both cathedrals and dioceses, is now so complicated that no one can or will take responsibility for even major changes; which, ironically, makes manifestly self-destructive decisions that bit easier to execute. 

Attendance at Evensong is one of the few areas of CofE worship that is actually growing, so, beyond malice, there can be little logical argument for dismantling world-beating cathedral choirs. 

The obvious conclusion is that the people running the Church of England resent the Church in its current form, and everything that it most excels at. 

Trusting our national heritage with these people is akin to handing over a Ming vase to a gorilla. Just because the gorilla happens to be wearing a suit and carrying a clipboard, doesn’t mean he won’t still chuck it against the wall. 

The press – especially of the Right – is often accused of mindlessly bashing the CofE. In fact, very few of us hate it. Quite the opposite. It is loved but not, it seems, by the actual people who run it. 

Their efforts may even prove self-defeating. For instance, if “diversity” is no longer seen as the commendable idea of different groups coexisting peacefully, but something that repudiates the culture that has shaped our common life, then the public will be more likely to reject it. Then again, I don’t see clamour for cultural vandalism coming from “diverse communities” themselves, but from the faceless “wrecker” administrative class. 

You can trace this back to various roots, but the fundamental reason for the total uniformity of managerial ethos in the Church goes back to a relatively recent decision by Gordon Brown to abdicate all ministerial influence over the appointment of bishops. 

Assailed by Presbyterian conscience, he became the first prime minister to give the Church a pretty much free hand in appointing its own leaders. 

This has allowed a particular party of managerial evangelicals (with the odd token managerial Anglo-Catholic) to occupy practically every single senior position, both official and unofficial.

What is needed is a government prepared to take this back and save our cultural heritage from the zealous internal subset who manifestly hate it. 

Everyone, not just professing Christians, should fear the destruction of a rich inheritance that belongs to us all. 

Last week’s local elections offered a glimpse of the tribal, sectarian future awaiting UK politics. 

It seems particularly poignant that the custodians of our history are busy destroying the heritage they are supposed to defend just when we most need things that bind us together. 

Thanks to the false god of “outreach”, the Church of England is severing them.

Cross Michael: the bishop who took on the Mother & Child Scheme (Opinion)

Opinion: The Bishop of Galway Michael Browne's clerical career reveals much about the Catholic Church's changing influence in 20th century Ireland.

When considering the skyline of modern Galway, the impressive vista of Galway Cathedral looms large. Completed between 1958 and 1965, the cathedral is the most visible legacy of Michael Browne, the Bishop of Galway from 1937 to 1976.

Born in 1895 into a middle-class family in Westport, Co. Mayo, Browne served as Professor of Moral Theology at St. Patrick’s Seminary, Maynooth, before being appointed bishop of the western diocese. 

He was an important figure in the Irish Catholic hierarchy at a time when the influence of the Catholic Church over state and society in independent Ireland was at its height. 

His period as bishop witnessed the reforms of the Second Vatican Council (1962-1965) in which he participated, as well as many changes in Irish society.

Yet Browne’s significance in the Catholic Church’s role in 20th century Irish society is obscured by the popular focus on John Charles McQuaid, the Archbishop of Dublin from 1940 to 1971.

While McQuaid’s biographer, John Cooney, described the Archbishop as the "ruler of Catholic Ireland", this ignores the importance of other members of the Irish hierarchy in the period, such as Cardinal D’Alton of Armagh, who was McQuaid’s ecclesiastical senior. 

Browne’s importance is also shrouded by McQuaid’s long shadow.

The downfall of the Mother and Child Scheme in 1951 has often been identified as a clash between the Minister for Health, Dr Noël Browne (no relation of Bishop Browne) and McQuaid. 

A free health care measure for mothers and children proposed by the Minister for Health, it attracted strong opposition from the Catholic hierarchy, who viewed it as "socialised medicine" and argued that attempts to expand the state’s role in the area of healthcare had the potential to erode clerical control of Catholic hospitals. 

It eventually led to Noël Browne’s resignation as minister.

But the former government minister suggested in his autobiography Against the Tide that his episcopal namesake, Michael Browne, was more important in the Scheme’s eventual failure than McQuaid, implying that Michael Browne had "manipulated" McQuaid "with much skill" into opposing the proposal. 

Browne was certainly a caustic opponent of the Scheme in his public pronouncements, declaring that it "reminds one of the claims put forward by Hitler and Stalin. These enemies of Christ claimed power over the bodies of their subjects and they exercised that power in their clinics and concentration camps".

The bishop was memorably described by Noël Browne in Against the Tide as "a big man, well over six foot tall, his height enhancing the long black soutane with its thousand and one pea-size scarlet buttons". 

His outspokenness, illustrated by statements such as the one above, was noted as one of his defining characteristics. He earned the popular nickname "Cross Michael", a play on both his outspoken reputation and the traditional practice of bishops to draw a cross before their signatures.

He had a deep interest in social issues. Close to Fianna Fáil, he was appointed by Éamon de Valera to chair the Commission of Vocational Organisation, set up by De Valera in 1939 to consider proposals to restructure Irish society by introducing corporatist organisations based on Catholic social principles. 

Under Browne, the Commission produced several reports in the early 1940s which were ultimately never implemented.

In Galway itself, Browne was deeply concerned about public morality, and historian James S. Donnelly has highlighted his frequent condemnations of public drunkenness at the Galway Races and his opposition to members of both sexes bathing together in Salthill as prominent examples in this regard. 

He oversaw the construction of many new churches in the diocese, Galway Cathedral being the most striking example. 

In contrast to many of his flock, he was supportive of efforts to provide housing to members of Galway’s travelling community, strongly condemning vigilante attacks on travellers in the Rahoon and Shantalla areas of Galway City in 1969 and 1970.

Browne also had a keen interest in international affairs, particularly the global expansion of communism after the second World War. 

During the early days of the Cold War, he joined Catholics across the world in condemning the house imprisonments of Cardinal József Mindszenty of Hungary and Archbishop Aloysius Stepinac of Yugoslavia by their countries’ respective communist governments. 

He defended anti-communist crusader Senator Joseph McCarthy and warned Irish Catholics in Britain to avoid the Connolly Association, a left-wing Irish organisation in Britain with communist links.

The final years of Browne’s time as bishop were marked by the growth of secular and modernising forces within Irish society. 

Like his colleague McQuaid, he was unused to the increased questioning the Irish Catholic Church encountered from the 1960s onwards. 

A few months before his death, Browne, joined by dignitaries including his successor, Bishop Eamon Casey, dined privately with Pope John Paul II on the occasion of the Pope’s 1979 visit to Galway.

While his period as bishop is extensively chronicled in his papers held at the Galway Diocesan Archives, Browne is an understudied figure whose clerical career reveals much about the Church’s changing influence over state and society in 20th century Ireland.