Fabulous Love Without Limits: A Reflection on Being LGBTQ+ and Catholic
By Team Member Miguel Ochoa
We recently celebrated Valentine’s Day, a day to pull out all the stops for those individuals in our lives who bring us joy, who give us purpose, and who “complete us,” as some might say. It’s the annual reminder to shower our loved ones with grand gestures, overpriced chocolates, and just enough romance to make up for the fact that we forget to empty the dishwasher, take out the trash, or fold the laundry the other 364 days of the year.
It is a celebration of love in its many forms—romantic, platonic, and divine. For those of us in the LGBTQ+ community, love is both a gift and, at times, a struggle. We grow up in a world where love is supposed to be unconditional, yet we often encounter conditions placed upon us—unfortunately, most often within our own faith communities.
As a Catholic, I was taught that God is love. That love is patient and kind, never boastful or proud, never cruel or dismissive. And yet, as a gay man, I have felt the sting of exclusion, of being told that the love I share with my husband is somehow lesser or outside of God’s plan. But the truth is, nothing has shown me God’s love more clearly than the life we have built together.
My husband is my greatest blessing. Our love is not just beautiful—it is sacred. In every moment of joy, in every challenge we face, I see the divine at work. The way we support each other, uplift each other, and navigate this messy, wonderful life hand in hand is proof that real love—true, enduring, sometimes goofy, sometimes profound—reflects the very heart of faith. He reminds me, time and again, that our love is not only real, but holy.
As our parish priest invited all those couples who had been married in the church to stand for a blessing this week, I was reminded how being LGBTQ+ and Catholic is like walking a tightrope between welcome and warning, between feeling embraced and being kept at arm’s length. It’s a delicate, often exhausting balance, hoping that one day, acceptance won’t come with an asterisk. But love—real, unwavering, unashamed love—has always been the heartbeat of faith. And no doctrine, no dogma, no cleverly disguised prejudice can separate us from the love that God has woven into the very fabric of who we are.
So today, and every day, I invite you to celebrate love in all its forms. Celebrate the love that challenges, the love that comforts, the love that endures. And above all, celebrate the love that makes life a little brighter, a little holier, and a whole lot more fun.
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