I don't have a story to tell here, because it's not my story.
But it IS my story, because it is yet another example of a sister being done very wrong, for a reason I consider reprehensible. I am angry and I am grieved, for her and those who love her. I pray for those who hurt her.
And every day I wonder about the institutional church more and more.
(hat tip to St. Casserole for the title and mad cat illustration idea)