Here's the thing... now that I am no longer required to post these blogs for school, chances are they will come up as controversial conversations in my life arise. So a few things will be true.
1) They will come as they come (likely in no fashion that will build a following).
2) They will be random (again in no fashion that will build a following) and
3) They won't be forced... which hopefully will result in a better quality read for the rest of you (but, full disclosure - I drink a lot - so it's completely possible they won't be as good as my drunk-self thinks they will be).
Back to my thoughts on Religion...
I was baptized, I got my first communion, and I almost got confirmed...
Before I pretend like this will be a jaw-dropper, let me start by saying that, at the end of this story... I didn't get confirmed. Sorry.
When it was my turn, we had the option to do a week-long, what I now refer to as, God Boot-Camp- or we needed to do one hour every day throughout the ENTIRE school year, in order to be ready for the big event (I'm talking about Confirmation, for those who aren't following).
Due to my overall lack of attention, accompanied with my realization of my lack of attention at a very early age, I opted for a week vs a year. Makes perfect sense... even now.
So, after Boot-Camp I had two sessions left. Practice and Graduation. Easy-squeezy!
Here's the problem....
Based on the information that I had been provided with at the time... Baptism was my entrance into this world and Communion was my Parent's way of officially bringing me into to the Religion.
Confirmation was me accepting it was the right decision.
This, along with going for my black-belt at 13 while being told that I would be considered a "lethal weapon" for the rest of my life... was too much commitment for me at this period of my existence.
Other kids didn't think twice about it (both the black belt test and confirmation, but for the purposes of this exposé, we're discussing Confirmation).
Everyone else got confirmed (then didn't step foot in a catholic church again until someone needed to get married, but that's besides the point). Good for them.
Problem was... I wasn't going to commit to anything if I wasn't completely sure what I was committing to.
I remember my confirmation teacher by her face but, luckily for her and the church, I can't remember her name for the life of me.
I asked her, "What is the difference between the Catholic Religion and other Christian Religions?". I was somewhat ignorant to religious differences,,fine; but it wasn't as if I was asking what the difference was between us and those who didn't believe in Jesus.
She didn't know. Or... she knew and wouldn't tell me. Either way, her answer didn't quite cut it.
At this point, even in my young life, she had lost all credibility. Therefore, anything she had taught me in boot-camp couldn't be trusted, and I needed additional time to do some research.
This, coupled with fun-week-long retreats at my friends Baptist Church and my Mom's lack of commitment to the effort (proven by the fact she would drop me off at Church on Sunday Mornings and come pick me up when Mass was over), ended up in me not ever being confirmed.
A few years after this event, after I thought that I had grown up (I was wrong... shocker); I started to look into it a little bit.
I visited several different churches, including but not limited to, those of the Baptist, Protestant, Non-Denomenational and Orthodox varieties.
The common thread? The Bible.
The interpretations and/or mis-interpretations of them, all brought me to where I'm at now, which is for another time....
The point I was trying to get to is that the Catholic Religion seems to push more people away, than it does draw people in.
Listen... Confirmation or No Confirmation, I went to a Bar Mitzvah and I felt so guilty I wanted to go to confession, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned... It has been 15 years since my last Confession". Of course I mean no offense to the Jewish religion, it just isn't my thing... and don't judge me, that's how I was raised.
So... the question remains... how do we raise our children?
I can't claim to be Catholic... but my family is Catholic... my Husband's family is Catholic... my Neices just got their Confirmation and my Cousin's daughter is getting her first communion in a few weeks.... I was baptized, and my husband was baptized... and in the last 7 years of her life, everyone has been asking who her God Parent's are.
For the first time in my parental life, I'm wondering if I made the wrong decision, but for all the right reasons. Is Catholisism a religion? Or is Catholisim a Culture? ... and if is solely a religion, why do I feel a Cultural pressure on adhering to the Catholic Religion?
I don't have the answer.
I'm literally asking
(Need I remind you that no one put a gun to your head forcing you to read this, so please share your negative crap with your Mother, because I'm not necessarily interested in what you have to say)
When it was my turn, we had the option to do a week-long, what I now refer to as, God Boot-Camp- or we needed to do one hour every day throughout the ENTIRE school year, in order to be ready for the big event (I'm talking about Confirmation, for those who aren't following).
Due to my overall lack of attention, accompanied with my realization of my lack of attention at a very early age, I opted for a week vs a year. Makes perfect sense... even now.
So, after Boot-Camp I had two sessions left. Practice and Graduation. Easy-squeezy!
Here's the problem....
Based on the information that I had been provided with at the time... Baptism was my entrance into this world and Communion was my Parent's way of officially bringing me into to the Religion.
Confirmation was me accepting it was the right decision.
This, along with going for my black-belt at 13 while being told that I would be considered a "lethal weapon" for the rest of my life... was too much commitment for me at this period of my existence.
Other kids didn't think twice about it (both the black belt test and confirmation, but for the purposes of this exposé, we're discussing Confirmation).
Everyone else got confirmed (then didn't step foot in a catholic church again until someone needed to get married, but that's besides the point). Good for them.
Problem was... I wasn't going to commit to anything if I wasn't completely sure what I was committing to.
I remember my confirmation teacher by her face but, luckily for her and the church, I can't remember her name for the life of me.
I asked her, "What is the difference between the Catholic Religion and other Christian Religions?". I was somewhat ignorant to religious differences,,fine; but it wasn't as if I was asking what the difference was between us and those who didn't believe in Jesus.
She didn't know. Or... she knew and wouldn't tell me. Either way, her answer didn't quite cut it.
At this point, even in my young life, she had lost all credibility. Therefore, anything she had taught me in boot-camp couldn't be trusted, and I needed additional time to do some research.
This, coupled with fun-week-long retreats at my friends Baptist Church and my Mom's lack of commitment to the effort (proven by the fact she would drop me off at Church on Sunday Mornings and come pick me up when Mass was over), ended up in me not ever being confirmed.
A few years after this event, after I thought that I had grown up (I was wrong... shocker); I started to look into it a little bit.
I visited several different churches, including but not limited to, those of the Baptist, Protestant, Non-Denomenational and Orthodox varieties.
The common thread? The Bible.
The interpretations and/or mis-interpretations of them, all brought me to where I'm at now, which is for another time....
The point I was trying to get to is that the Catholic Religion seems to push more people away, than it does draw people in.
Listen... Confirmation or No Confirmation, I went to a Bar Mitzvah and I felt so guilty I wanted to go to confession, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned... It has been 15 years since my last Confession". Of course I mean no offense to the Jewish religion, it just isn't my thing... and don't judge me, that's how I was raised.
So... the question remains... how do we raise our children?
I can't claim to be Catholic... but my family is Catholic... my Husband's family is Catholic... my Neices just got their Confirmation and my Cousin's daughter is getting her first communion in a few weeks.... I was baptized, and my husband was baptized... and in the last 7 years of her life, everyone has been asking who her God Parent's are.
For the first time in my parental life, I'm wondering if I made the wrong decision, but for all the right reasons. Is Catholisism a religion? Or is Catholisim a Culture? ... and if is solely a religion, why do I feel a Cultural pressure on adhering to the Catholic Religion?
I don't have the answer.
I'm literally asking
(Need I remind you that no one put a gun to your head forcing you to read this, so please share your negative crap with your Mother, because I'm not necessarily interested in what you have to say)
