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Um, if you don't believe this stuff, why are you here?

Kathleen Riley, left, and Alison Carroll resigned as teachers at St. Ann's Sunday School.
It seems some religious education teachers in Washington state are shocked to find out they have to agree to Catholic teaching in order to pass it on to kids. Really? If you don't believe this stuff, what are you doing here? There's a nice Episcopalian/Unitarian/Methodist church right down the street...

Here's the oath they were asked to sign - scary stuff (hey, don't we recite something like this at Mass? Just a thought...):


I, ______________________________________________, with firm faith believe and profess each and every thing that is contained in the Symbol of Faith, namely:
I believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, of all that is, seen and unseen.  I believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ, the only Son of God, eternally begotten of the Father, God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God, begotten, not made, of one Being with the Father.  Through him all things were made.  For us men and for our salvation, he came down from heaven: by the power of the Holy Spirit he became incarnate of the Virgin Mary, and became man.  For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate; he suffered death and was buried.  On the third day he rose again in accordance with the Scriptures; he ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.  He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and his kingdom will have no end.  I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life, who proceeds from the Father and the Son.  With the Father and the Son he is worshipped and glorified.  He has spoken through the Prophets.  I believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.  I acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.  I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come.  Amen.
With firm faith, I also believe everything contained in the Word of God, whether written or handed down in Tradition, which the Church, either by a solemn judgment or by the ordinary and universal Magisterium, sets forth to be believed as divinely revealed.
I also firmly accept and hold each and every thing definitively proposed by the Church regarding teaching on faith and morals.
Moreover, I adhere with religious submission of will and intellect to the teachings which either the Roman Pontiff or the College of Bishops enunciate when they exercise their authentic Magisterium, even if they do not intend to proclaim these teachings by a definitive act.

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  1. This event occurred in the Diocese of Arlington, Virginia which is outside of Washington, D.C.

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