The unknown scares me.
When it comes to faith and religion, which by nature is heavily contingent on the unknown, Joe and I opted to raise our children as Catholics. We were comfortable with the faith. It was how we were raised, and both of our fathers attended the seminary. I am named after my Aunt Marianne who was a nun at the time of my birth. Sure, we knew the Church was far from perfect, but there is no entity under God that is. Not even this awesome blog.
So when the Vatican sprang a whole new arsenal of mass rituals and responses on its flock, I was not pleased. One of the comforts of the Catholic Church for me has always been the tradition and the sameness. I'm told they are very thoughtful and faith-based changes, but it all still leaves me disconcerted. I don't adapt well to these kinds of things.
I'm kind of like a ficus tree. If you change my environment too much, I panic and shed all my leaves.
Before I get all pious and self-righteous, I should disclose that Joe and I are not the most regular of mass attendees. We're trying to improve our stats, but we are definitely not on pace for a front-row seat with St. Peter.
Which leads me to this weekend. Daniel will be making his First Reconciliation this Saturday. This is an extremely important sacrament for Catholics. Penitents seek forgiveness by confessing their sins to an ordained priest. The priest, contrary to popular belief, does not directly forgive the penitents, but serves only as a stand-in for God.
|The Crucifix from Joe's late mother. We negotiated heavily on where exactly in the bedroom this would hang. We finally agreed on a spot where Jesus couldn't "see" our bedroom. I have guilt issues.|
So my burning question for the week is: What will Danny fess up to? I would love to be a fly on that confessional wall, listening to my second grader's version of his moral transgressions. I really wonder how the priests can keep it together the whole time. You know some of that stuff they hear is priceless.
I am reminded of my own responsibilities as a Catholic mother. I feel I should participate again in this very important sacrament and show my children that I, too, am far from perfect.
I wonder if the priests accept reservations? This could take a while.