It could have been worse—at least it seems you didn’t hear about Gilligan in church. I once attended a church where I’m pretty sure Gilligan’s Island did come up in a number of homilies. There was also the homily that consisted, in its entirety, of a po-faced dramatic reading of Dr. Seuss’s “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!”
"the boy goes forth preaching the gospel in joy" -- This phrase can't be taken lightly - it is the reality, not joy in the reprieve from death, but joy in being freely forgiven of one's sins. Joy in the complete simplicity of being suddenly unburdened, truly redeemed, truly loved, lighthearted at last, incredibly grateful.
Like you, I was fed a “thin gruel” that barely fed my childhood Catholic faith. For example, nobody in my family nor the parish nor catechism classes taught me the Rosary or the meaning of the Mass. (However, I did receive in Baptism the graces to understand and believe that Holy Communion is Jesus and that He is in the tabernacle.)
I didn’t even know that Jesus meant for me to be a saint; it was meant only for Italian nuns and priests far away in Europe.
“V2-Boomers” exactly describes my generation. At times I feel like an outsider amongst Boomers (I can’t stand that description).
By a chance conversation, an acquaintance mentioned the “Latin Mass” parish which immediately pricked my interest. I found the location of the FSSP parish (I was so excited that it wasn’t far away) and went there. After that one Mass I registered to be a member of the parish.
The parish consists of all generations plus families with lots of kids. I have found my Catholic family at last.
My confirmation saint 💗 Thanks for writing this.
It could have been worse—at least it seems you didn’t hear about Gilligan in church. I once attended a church where I’m pretty sure Gilligan’s Island did come up in a number of homilies. There was also the homily that consisted, in its entirety, of a po-faced dramatic reading of Dr. Seuss’s “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!”
"the boy goes forth preaching the gospel in joy" -- This phrase can't be taken lightly - it is the reality, not joy in the reprieve from death, but joy in being freely forgiven of one's sins. Joy in the complete simplicity of being suddenly unburdened, truly redeemed, truly loved, lighthearted at last, incredibly grateful.
Like you, I was fed a “thin gruel” that barely fed my childhood Catholic faith. For example, nobody in my family nor the parish nor catechism classes taught me the Rosary or the meaning of the Mass. (However, I did receive in Baptism the graces to understand and believe that Holy Communion is Jesus and that He is in the tabernacle.)
I didn’t even know that Jesus meant for me to be a saint; it was meant only for Italian nuns and priests far away in Europe.
“V2-Boomers” exactly describes my generation. At times I feel like an outsider amongst Boomers (I can’t stand that description).
By a chance conversation, an acquaintance mentioned the “Latin Mass” parish which immediately pricked my interest. I found the location of the FSSP parish (I was so excited that it wasn’t far away) and went there. After that one Mass I registered to be a member of the parish.
The parish consists of all generations plus families with lots of kids. I have found my Catholic family at last.