The debate provoked by the Open Iftar in Trafalgar Square has been, on the whole, a depressing spectacle. It has revealed a Christian community — or what remains of it in the British public square — that is more comfortable with reactive indignation than with the hard work of evangelical renewal. It has revealed politicians who invoke Christianity as a cultural marker while showing little evidence of any personal acquaintance with its actual content. It has revealed media commentators who can generate heat around questions of religious identity without shedding much light on what any of the faiths in question actually teach.

What it has not revealed — at least not prominently — is the Christianity we actually need. The Christianity of the Holy Week processions. The Christianity of the open door and the burning lamp. The Christianity of the priest who takes the gospel to the streets, not because he wishes to dominate anyone, but because he has been grasped by something he cannot keep to himself.

In recent years, the question of whether women should be ordained as priests has become a topic of lively debate in many corners of the Church and society. Some see the issue through the lens of equality, others through the lens of cultural change, and still others through personal experience of gifted, faithful women who serve the Church in countless ways.

These conversations are often sincere and heartfelt. But for the Catholic Church — and for the Canons Regular of the Sacred Heart of Jesus — the question of priestly ordination is not ultimately about cultural preference, personal ability, or institutional reform. It is about fidelity to what we have received.