My kids are dumb as rocks. It annoyed me. I would teach junior high/high school RE, and we’d talk about things 100 times in class, but they’d be clueless as though we never addressed it. And at the end of the semester, they’re not really solid on a Hail Mary, or who the four Evangelists were, or name three of the Apostles, or whatever. And a big chunk of that was because faith wasn’t part of their home life— it wasn’t reinforced by the parents-- it was just, “Show up to RE” as though that was sufficient, but in the end, Catholicism is a lifestyle, not something you do for an hour or two a week.
So I took a break. I figured I’d been doing this for mumblemumble years, and it was scheduled for my own kids’ bedtime, so I needed to take care of my family. I wasn’t getting through to them, so someone else could teach them who would do a better job of it. I had all kinds of rationales to excuse dropping out— but ultimately, I was tired of wasting my time, and someone else could have a turn.
Fast-forward a little bit of time, and I was at an icon-writing workshop. We were on lunch break, and I had stopped by a bank to do something. We were standing in line, and the line wasn’t moving, because it was lunch and everyone else was banking, too, and there were some people who had complicated transactions going on. So we were all waiting patiently and not looking at each other. A little old black grandma tried making small talk, and mentioned how much she liked her crazy socks. No one else responded, so I felt bad for her, and lifted my pants leg a little, and showed her that I had crazy socks, too. We chatted a little, and then out of the blue, she said, “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing.” And I’m like, “Yeah, I’m on vacation–” And she’s like, “No, you’re supposed to be teaching people about God’s Word, and you’re not doing it.” And I’m like, “Ah, thank you for telling me.”
Maybe she was a nut. Or maybe she had a genuine message. But what she said was true— out of everyone in our poor, rural parish, there aren’t many people who are able to do what I was doing. And the current people were just snacks-and-games, which is okay for Youth Group, but not okay for RE. So I eventually got back into the volunteer circuit.
I still think my kids are clueless, and they still waste my time. But I do what I do because it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, regardless of whether I perceived any worth in it myself. And I trust to God that something I do or say will stick in a place where I can’t see, and will grow, and do something useful. Because God’s not going to hold me accountable for whether they learned the lesson, but whether I tried to teach it in the first place.