Your point is good regarding parents who don’t pass the faith on to their children.
It’s harder to figure out how it happens to kids who were raised in the faith.
I’m just thinking about a number of people that I know who really had strong faith and were good examples. Their kids don’t practice.
The fact that these kids are 10 and saying they are atheists is disturbing.
Much of it is due to the fact people teach like they were taught.
They teach rules, platitudes, and believe this or else you’ll go to hell.
Kids just don’t buy it.
They want the truth, not sugar coated, they don’t want to read out of a book, they don’t want to color, they don’t want to sit around eating pizza. They want someone in front of them discussing the truth of the faith who appears to be convicted of it!!! Who says “that’s a good question, but before I take a stab and answer incorrectly, let me find out for you!” And follow through. They want to know how this works into their lives. Not something to memorize.
Relational ministry. Relate to them, to their problems, relate the Gospel message to remedy what they are going through.
There are a lot of well intentioned people who teach Sunday school., Most of them hardly know what they are saying. They are winging it. We can’t afford this with our children. We need catechists who will continue their studies, attend seminars, go on retreat, have a close relationship with their priest so that that they can better serve.
No one has time. That’s what they tell me. I don’t have time. I don’t know enough, and I can’t be bothered to study or learn. I hate kids,. I don’t want to stand infront of anyone, I think that’s YOUR job.
Nope.
No it’s not.
It’s the job of parents first and foremost. Then it’s my job to supplement it and flesh out what they know.
I went to Catholic school with beautiful Sisters of Charity. I barely remember what they taught me. But I saw their devotion. I saw their love of the Eucharist, and more importantly, I saw mama on her knees every day at 3 pm. I saw her crying during the Stations of the Cross on Good Friday. I remember my mother, not afraid t o show her faith. Not afraid for anyone to see her devotion. I remember once , as a teenager, saying I thought the Eucharistic miracles were kind of creepy. Mama spun around “How DARE you! This is Christ in the Eucharist, giving us His very body and blood for OUR salvation. yours and mine! Never mock the Eucharist!”
Believe me, I never did, because I never thought about it that way. Until some young person encounters a person of REAL FAITH…in whatever form, whether by service to the needy, by ministry in the church, or by sheer devotion and love in Adoration…they won’t “get” it. And they won’t be satisfied with teachers who are just winging it.
Sorry for the rant. I just feel so passionately about it.
Peace to all,
Clare