Let Jesus fix my infertility

So, I was invited to Advent-dinner (it's a Catholic thing, every Sunday until Christmas, not important). I've been getting around the "grandchild, when???" Question by making it oh so tearfully clear that I can't medically have children. The horror. The shame. No one can ever mention this to my face again. No wonder I can't find a partner.

Now my grandma invited me to church (again) because "God doesn't want you to be alone, honey. It's not good for you." and "faith makes so many things possible".

Translation: God cursed my heathen uterus and if I find a nice traditional man in her congregation, that can help me find my way to the kitchen, he might reinstall breeding privileges.

Anyway, apparently I'll be spending the holidays with friends this year.

For the record, I'm an aromantic asexual, so I have no interest in anyone. I've tried sex in 2018 and think it's overrated, I'm not just relying on my faulty equipment to do the preventing.