This balance of compassion and truth flows directly from the family’s call: to help every child discover and accept the gift of their body, to encounter their deepest meaning not by inventing an identity but in receiving themselves as known and loved by God.

Hatred is not always a violent word hurled or a fist clenched; sometimes it is slighter and slipperier—a sidelong glance, a muttering to oneself, the way a man can close the door of his heart, inch by careful inch, against another. It grows almost unnoticed, watered by old fears, disappointments, by the suspicion that one is under attack, that goodness is scarce, that wounds must be avenged.

Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now.