I don’t want to cast aspersions on my CCD teachers in the late 80s and early 90s, who certainly gave their time and energy to teach me … but they suffered from a lot of the problems common, I think, to the generation that saw Vatican II get implemented.
They taught us, but we never we taught the meaning, I guess… religion never seemed real. It was just something you did because you had to. No one seemed really enthusiastic about Jesus. There were a lot of "don’t"s, and very few "do"s that a little kid could understand. Like, don’t lie, not “be kind to others, and here’s a living example of how”. Maybe I just was an unbelievably imperceptive kid, but no one seemed to really like being Catholic - it was a social thing, it seemed, and an obligation. We learned the prayers, we learned what not to do. We didn’t learn that Jesus is awesome (I sound like a goofy fifteen-year-old, but He is!).
Then came the big blunder: when it was time for Confirmation, we had to pick saints to take as patrons. I picked Angelica, because I liked the name. No one asked me about her. I don’t remember what I heard about her.
Saint Angelica doesn’t exist.
They meant well, and they were good people. But they weren’t prepared to teach in the post-Vatican II world. Catechesis turned into this weird mix of vague sentiments and strict rules. Luckily I came back, but most of the other kids I was with, to my knowledge, are not to blessed yet

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