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Monday Moaning from the Catechetical Front

My catechetical adventures continue. We are halfway through our year, and I'm not sure I've made much of a dent.

We are studying the sacraments now, despite the fact I'm not sure most of them can tell you who Jesus is. (Yes, we've been over it.) Last night we spent a lot of time looking up things in the Bible and they did fairly well with that. At least most of them are getting the hang of the "chapter and verse" thing, if not where books in the Bible are. ("Is Luke at the front of the Bible?")

Our next class falls on Super Bowl Sunday, so instead of meeting in the evening, we are having class in the early afternoon. Still, a number of students told me they won't be attending; they have parties to go to.

We talked about which sacraments leave an indelible mark on one's soul (to which one girl exclaimed, "Like a scar! A good scar!" - Yeah, that's right.) Another question, "Can priests date?" was asked very innocently.

I did ask if they had any idea what a priest did every day - no clue. I sort of understand that, as most adult Catholics don't think priests do much of anything except work on Sundays and play a round of golf during the week. And of course, tv and movies ALWAYS show a priest puttering around inside the church at any odd time a person stumbles into the sanctuary for some reason.

I am left to wonder how much good I am doing. The best I can do is prepare well, give them the best that I have, teach as well as I know how, and hope something sticks with them. May God bless all who teach the Faith...we need it...


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  1. Blessings on you for trying :)

    Zoanne Brugger Clark

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