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    Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals
    Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals
    Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals
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    Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals

    By Leticia Ochoa Adams and Nora McInerny

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    Leticia Ochoa Adams met Jesus in a dive bar when she was eighteen years old.

    She didn’t actually meet Jesus, but it was there where she first witnessed holiness in action. The bar’s regulars taught her about the importance of community, being honest about who she is, not giving up on people, and how to laugh—even when awful things happen.

    In Our Lady of Hot Messes, Ochoa Adams tells the ongoing story of her redemption. At times funny and heartbreaking, but always gritty and unflinchingly honest, her story shows that no matter what you’re dealing with, God wants you to trust in his love.

    The Tejana daughter of a single mother—a cycle she would repeat in her own life—Ochoa Adams was sexually abused as a child. She married after a two-week courtship and, eight years later, divorced her husband who struggled with drug addiction. In between she suffered a late-term miscarriage and had three more children back-to-back.

    She always thought a dream life meant having a big house, kids, lots of money, and new cars. Since she hadn’t yet cracked the code for the American dream, “I turned to the person that every American woman turns to when looking for a way to make a better life for herself: Oprah.”

    Watching the daytime talk show queen helped Ochoa Adams put a name to what happened to her as a child. But she was still searching for something more. Ochoa Adams was baptized Catholic but attended a small-town Baptist church growing up. When she reverted to Catholicism at age thirty-three in order to marry her second husband, Ochoa Adams was convinced that Catholics had all of the answers to life’s toughest questions. But she quickly learned that becoming Catholic didn’t mean she could just erase her bad choices and difficult past. And just when she thought she was getting her life together, her son, Anthony, died by suicide.

    God, therapy, and caring priests helped her face her pain and heal her brokenness. She wants you to see yourself in her mistakes, learn from them, and realize along with her that even when we’ve put our trust in God—even if it’s begrudgingly—we still have to do the tough work to become the person God wants us to be.

    “I still make mistakes,” she says, “but I’m trying not to live as a hot mess even when things around me are messy.”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAve Maria Press
    Release dateNov 11, 2022
    ISBN9781646801510
    Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals
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    Leticia Ochoa Adams

    Leticia Ochoa Adams is a Catholic writer and speaker. Since the death of her son, Anthony, by suicide in 2017, she has focused her work being a witness to suffering and God’s healing. Ochoa Adams is a contributor to several books, including Surprised by Life, The Catholic Hipster Handbook, The Ave Prayer Book for Catholic Mothers, and Responding to Suicide. She has a bachelor’s degree in philosophy from Holy Apostles College and Seminary. She has written for Our Sunday Visitor, The National Catholic Reporter, FemCatholic, The Catholic Herald, Patheos, and Aleteia. Ochoa Adams was a frequent guest on The Jen Fulwiler Show on SiriusXM’s The Catholic Channel, and has appeared on a number of podcasts, including Terrible, Thanks for Asking with Nora McInerny. She lives with her family in the Austin, Texas, area.

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      Our Lady of Hot Messes - Leticia Ochoa Adams

      Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals Leticia Ochoa Adams In her stories of suffering and survival, Leticia Ochoa Adams introduces us to a God who sticks around, even when we feel forgotten. –From the foreword by Nora McIneryOur Lady of Hot Messes

      In a culture obsessed with social media–perfect posts, Leticia Ochoa Adams’s voice is a needed breath of fresh air. Her raw and honest story is a reminder that all people, regardless of their past or trauma, are loved by God even in the messiness.

      Alessandra Harris

      Writer and author of Last Place Seen

      God bless this mess! Funny, engaging, haunting, and real—this is the book a growing Church needs. Ready or not, you’re gon’ learn today!

      Marcia Lane-McGee

      Coauthor of Fat Luther, Slim Pickin’s

      "There is nothing more powerful and yet nothing that makes one more vulnerable than sharing a personal testimony. I was moved to tears and driven to see the Lord on my knees as I heard Leticia Ochoa Adams’s heart and its cry for answers. Through trial, loss, and pain she held on to the Hope Giver, who gave her hope and consolation. Wow! I cannot recommend Our Lady of Hot Messes enough. You will laugh, cry, and be drawn to God through every page. Thank you, Leticia Ochoa Adams, for your brutal honesty and for bringing hope to those who are struggling to find it."

      Fr. Rob Galea

      Author of Breakthrough

      Our Lady of Hot Messes: Getting Real with God in Dive Bars and Confessionals Leticia Ochoa Adams Ave Maria Press | Notre Dame, Indiana

      Scripture quotations are from New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

      Foreword © 2022 by Nora McInerny

      ____________________________________

      © 2022 by Leticia Ochoa Adams

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, except in the case of reprints in the context of reviews, without written permission from Ave Maria Press®, Inc., P.O. Box 428, Notre Dame, IN 46556, 1-800-282-1865.

      Founded in 1865, Ave Maria Press is a ministry of the United States Province of Holy Cross.

      www.avemariapress.com

      Paperback: ISBN-13 978-1-64680-150-3

      E-book: ISBN-13 978-1-64680-151-0

      Cover image © 2020 Universal Images Group Editorial.

      Cover and text design by Samantha Watson.

      Printed and bound in the United States of America.

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available.

      To my four children, Anthony, Dan, Gabe, and Oli:

      y’all deserved better.

      To my grandchildren, Aaliyah and Cammie, and their mother, Ariana:

      thank you for being my hype humans.

      Foreword by Nora McInerny

      Introduction

      Jesus Is Not Your BFF

      Sheep Are Dumb

      Prayer Works. Get Life Insurance Anyway.

      Grief Humor

      Your Kids Need You to Heal, Not Die for Them

      How to Train Your Dragon

      Our Lady of Hot Messes

      Give Everything to God, but Get Your Life Together

      Doomscrolling and Other Ways We Numb Ourselves

      Nobody Goes Live When Sh*t Hits the Fan

      Kids Can Do Their Own Laundry

      Lavender Is the New Drug

      The G Code

      Cussing Is Normal

      Holiness in Dive Bars

      You Are Not a Machine

      2020

      Popping the Catholic Bubble

      Praying the Rosary like a Loser

      Acknowledgments

      Notes

      I grew up as one link in a long chain of proud Irish Catholics, so you’d think I’d understand the concept of confession long before the date of my First Confession arrived. You’d be wrong. I was a second grader at Annunciation Catholic Church in South Minneapolis, and my class had been preparing for this milestone for weeks. I knew what I was expected to do: go into the confessional and, you know, confess. Instead, I stepped into the cool dark of the confessional and told the priest that I had nothing to confess to. In all eight years of my life, I had yet to commit a single, solitary sin. Befuddled, Fr. Ken offered some thought starters: Perhaps I’d disobeyed my parents? No, not really. Had I been mean to my brother? Only when he started it. Father pushed, and I pushed back. Why should I apologize for being a kid? If this was going to be my First Confession, I wanted it to be good—maybe I should have swiped a few bucks from the collection plate beforehand? Fr. Ken and I ended my First Confession agreeing to disagree, but I realized afterward that everyone else in my class had truly understood the assignment and had come out of the confessional with homework. I mean, I guess technically it was penances, but still, I felt embarrassed, stupid, and scared: Would Fr. Ken call my parents and let them know I’d failed my confession? To his credit, he did not. (Thanks for that, Father!)

      Here is a confession that will not surprise you: I have not always had a great relationship with God. I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to get it right. I mean, I couldn’t even get my confession correct! Surely, God would be more focused on the kids who copped to having pinched their brother until he gave up the remote control, the people who didn’t have so many questions, the ones who woke up in time for Sunday Mass without complaining. And while we’re on the topic of confessing, I’m not sure I even count as a Catholic anymore. I haven’t been to confession since that first round with Fr. Ken, I never give anything up for Lent, and I’ve questioned my belonging in a faith that I didn’t choose and that seems at times, ya know, a little judgy.

      A lot of people find their faith in tragedy, but after losing a pregnancy, my very Catholic father, and my husband in the fall of 2014, I felt further from God than I ever had. Prayer felt like talking to a blank wall. Stepping into church felt like waiting on the dentist. I was jealous of people with faith. I wanted what they had, and I didn’t know how to get it. It was official: God and I were broken up. Fine, no big deal, I’d gotten through plenty of breakups in my life, what was one more? The world was a hard place, and it was clear to me that down here, we were on our own.

      And then I met Leticia Ochoa Adams. If you’re a person who has been through something—or is going through something—you know when you meet a fellow traveler on this rough road. Within two minutes of meeting Leticia, I knew what her thing was: she’d lost her firstborn son, Anthony, to suicide. We hugged, we cried, and we followed each other on Instagram. A friendship was born, and I learned that Anthony wasn’t the only sorrow that Leticia was carrying: she’d spent a lifetime surviving a series of traumas from childhood sexual abuse to domestic violence. What we survived was different, but how we survived it was the same: dark humor and lots of swearing. Our stories were hard for people to hear, but we told them anyway, and we found communities of people who needed to know that they weren’t alone.

      What Leticia had that I didn’t was faith: while I was raised a Catholic, she had found the Church as an adult, and I was shocked. Catholic women can swear, listen to rap, and smoke cigarettes? I thought. Maybe if someone had told me that I would have stuck around! Leticia was different from the kind of Catholic I had known most of my life. Her faith wasn’t a blunt object meant to force someone to conform to her beliefs or a warm fuzzy blanket to cover up their open wounds. It was an exploration, an examination, a way of seeing the world with curiosity and acceptance. The more we spoke, the more I realized we saw eye to eye on nearly everything, even though I’m a foot taller than her. (Bad joke, sorry.) Leticia’s faith has made me feel closer to God, and Catholicism, than I ever did in a lifetime of Catholic school and weekly Mass. Because this book isn’t just a Catholic story; this is a life story. Because no matter what you believe, your world is subject to change without notice (and truly, it never gives notice). This is a book for those of us who have struggled to feel worthy of a relationship with God, who have felt like our pasts would make it impossible to cross the threshold of a church without bursting into flames. It’s a book for those of us holding onto a pain so sharp and so heavy that religion seems like the very last thing on earth that would possibly help. It’s a book for people who know God loves them but think, Maybe God just has bad taste. In her stories of suffering and survival, Leticia introduces us to the God I wish I’d been able to see when I was deep in my own suffering: a God who sticks around, even when we don’t think we’re worthy, even when we feel forgotten, even when—as Leticia did—you bring your kid to work with you at Hooter’s. The world is filled with people who will tell you who and how to be, but here you will find that your messy self is your best self.

      In the years since that first confession with Fr. Ken, I have learned how to confess, and I’ve also learned that there are plenty of people like me, like Leticia, like you. We might be hot messes, but as Leticia says, God loves us anyway.

      Life is so crazy. I used to think that I was doing it all wrong, that because I hadn’t figured out the secret code that everyone else seemed to know, God was not interested in helping me with my life. I grew up going to a First Baptist Church in a small, rural south Texas town. I was a good little Baptist girl until I met a boy who looked just like Donnie Wahlberg, who French-kissed me on the steps of that same First Baptist Church. At that point I left behind both my King James Bible that I received when I was eight years old and the idea that if I answered enough altar calls I would be normal.

      God went his way, and I went mine.

      Starting about then, my life took a lot of twists and turns. I acted out in reaction to the trauma of being sexually abused as a child. I met my first husband (not the boy on the church steps) and married him two weeks after our first date. He instantly became a father to the three-year-old son I already had. We had a late-term miscarriage a few months later and then three kids back-to-back right away. He began struggling with drug addiction, which led to us getting a divorce eight years after our whirlwind marriage.

      No matter what, I seemed to never be able to unlock the life code, so I turned to the person that every American woman turns to when looking for a way to make a better life for herself: Oprah.

      My whole life I knew what I wanted. I wanted a family. I wanted a husband, kids, a nice house, and a good life where I didn’t have to buy groceries with food stamps or worry about how to pay the light bill. I wanted a car that I could afford and that would not leave me stranded on the highway. I wanted to feel safe and provide that feeling of safety for others. But how? Now that I was divorced, I had no clue, but I figured that

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