Discomfort disappeared as quickly as it had come, and I found a community of belonging and belief. We all have a place here at the National Eucharistic Congress.
A nun with lightsabers. 100 priests hearing confession. Spontaneous song. Prayers over pizza. Toddlers at Mass. The Eucharistic Congress is chaotic, loud, fun—and glorious.
It has come to my attention, after careful research, that my husband and I might be exhibiting all the signs of a condition we’ll call Long Marriage. Maybe you have it, too.