Color me in white lace
I left a comment on this post at Holy Whapping that made me smirk, and so I decided to post it here.
No, you’ve got it all wrong. Here’s what’s off:
The bishop expects them to have LEARNED the Baltimore Cathechism. I never owned or read a cathechism until I was in my mid-twenties. That’s with ten years of standard religious ed and preparation for three sacraments under my belt.
We didn’t have Confirmation class until many of us were old enough to drive, and then it mostly consisted of talking about God’s love, making felt banners with our patron saint’s names on them, and being encouraged to hug each other all of the time.
Color me jealous. Jealous of those adorable white mantillas, actually.
Maybe if my parish had tossed the ’70s aging hippie crap and given us something substantive and engaging to learn, so many kids in my class wouldn’t have considered Confirmation their graduation from Catholicism.
Had they really wanted to court goodwill, they could have not held classes at 8 AM on Saturdays. That’s when 15-year-olds in my hometown are hung over!
