The Immaculate Conception of Something New
You may know of the first American Pope, Pope Leo XIV, but when he lived in my neighborhood in 1977-78 (years before I was born or lived here myself) at Immaculate Conception, likely in the rectory, he had not yet decided to become a priest or dedicate his life to the church.
Back then, Robert “Bob” Provost entered the novitiate of the Order of Saint Augustine in St. Louis and certainly walked my street, if he didn’t walk through my own home, which once housed monks, then an alcoholism prevention center.
You may also know that Pope Leo XIV is outspoken about keeping women from leadership of the Catholic Church.
When I was growing up under this religion, I can’t remember wondering when there would be a female president, but I can remember asking why women couldn’t be priests.
I never got a good answer—and I asked. My precocious 8-year old self who played Mother Mary with the blue veil at Christmas, who took reconciliation and communion dead seriously, asked my priest, and then my Sunday school teachers, and then my parents. Bright-eyed and hopeful, I dreamed of a day that women would be allowed to lead—surely by the time I was an adult, I thought.
Of course, I now know how that story ends, and that day gets further and further away with the election of Pope Leo.
At 41 years old, I care very little what the Catholic church does anymore. I have long left the faith behind, taken what I could from it, having found more flaws than fruitfulness in its teachings—so many places where it gets God wrong.
You cannot expect much from a patriarchal system that was ultimately built to consolidate tremendous power across Europe and the world, that has brought the world more war than righteousness, and that continues to work to bring forth policy in the US from an increasingly dangerous religious right.
Pope Leo may disapprove of Trump and Vance, but did he vote for them? Because these are the dissonances that the Catholic Church continues to hold, while wondering why their parishioner numbers continue to dwindle.
But that church that he first came to in 1977—it no longer belongs to the Catholic Church, having been sold off 25 years ago or so. It has been through multiple owners since I moved in next to it, but it’s never been developed as it should be for various reasons.
I have always wondered…Could it be mine to develop?
At 1.8 million dollars, probably not—or at least not right now.
But as I start building the next iteration of my company—which has a strong spiritual component—my dreams of turning it into a bookstore or a training center have given way to something else. I have wondered anyway, with the work that’s coming out of me—am I starting a new movement? A new way of thinking about and operating in the world?
And is that really any different from…A new religion?
Wouldn’t it be funny…
If the church in which Pope Leo found the words for his first vows, fell into the hands of a woman he would never allow to be a leader of his faith?
Wouldn’t it be funny…
If the precocious 8-year old ordained herself a priestess without the Catholic Church’s permission, and started spreading their teachings, but healed and from the feminine perspective?
Wouldn’t it be funny…
If every moment—the speaking on stages, the spiritual awakening, the passing ownerships, the failed companies, the century home that we almost didn’t get, sitting next to a neighborhood community cathedral—all led to this?
Unlikely to happen
But if the universe wants it
Impossible to stop.
There are dozens of visions for this special property, and I have zero expectation of mine being one that takes root. But I wish this energy on the place all the same. Imagine something healing rising from the ashes of the church’s abandoned properties? We are building a new world.