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Bi-weekly catechism moaning

It's clear that after two classes with my darling 7th graders (and I mean that: they are great kids), that by and large, they are un-churched. They don't know a darn thing about their Faith or really Christianity in general.

I gave each of them a card last night with a name or phrase on it; for instance, one kid got "Cain" and one kid got "Abel". They had to find their "match" and tell me two things they knew about them. Out of 14 kids, 4 managed to do it. "Daniel" and "Lion's Den"? Never heard of it. "Matthew, Mark" and "Luke, John"? Uh....

So.

I'm trying to remind myself that I don't have to - and cannot possibly - teach them everything. I have to teach them what I can teach them in the time that we have together. But I better be on my game, and I am praying furiously for guidance from the Holy Spirit.

We've got a lot of work to do.

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  1. Hey, thanks for doing it anyway, as one parent to another.

    Otepoti

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  2. Don't get me wrong: I love it, and I love the kids. It's just that we as a Church have to do a much better job of sharing the Faith and helping people develop a relationship with Christ.

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  3. Hmm. I don't particularly disagree, but mostly what we have to do is be faithful Christians. I came to the Church from a very fraught Protestantism, where catachesis was almost a competitive sport among the parents, and I've just realized how the underlying thought was, if we just get enough information into our children, then that will make them sure to grow into faithful Christians. We need to get out and push this bus. Sadly, the performance pressure turned off many children.

    Thanks again for taking on this task - it matters, but I'm guessing that what the kids will remember is the sight of a faithful, loving person setting aside the time to do it, rather than the information as such.

    Best

    Otepoti

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  4. Teaching the Faith is SO much more than just shoving a bunch of information at kids - you're right. I always have to remind myself that I need to show them that Christ wants a relationship with them - I'm teaching the Person of Christ, not a catechism.

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