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Brian_C
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Well, my bishop really gave some comfort to my fears as to how orthodox things are in my parish and diocese at my Rite of Election. He warned all of us to watch out for and not become “fallen away” Catholics or not to become “Cafeteria Catholics!” He said you can’t pick and choose what you want to believe. He told us we should teach our respective parishes how to be good Catholics. I know that’s not much but it was of great comfort.
I can’t say that I ever thought I was in a cesspool of heterodoxy but I’ve always worried since we attend a comfortable suburban parish. I had some fears early on about the quality or depth of instruction but those fears have progressively trickled away.
There was one candidate who made me feel a little sad inside. While standing outside the cathedral, he said rather sarcastically, “Hey, do I get to wear funny clothes and take a picture with the pope?” All his red-faced sponsor could muster up was “Uh, they aren’t funny clothes!” I had to wonder what this poor soul’s reasons were for going thru the whole process.
I can’t say that I ever thought I was in a cesspool of heterodoxy but I’ve always worried since we attend a comfortable suburban parish. I had some fears early on about the quality or depth of instruction but those fears have progressively trickled away.
There was one candidate who made me feel a little sad inside. While standing outside the cathedral, he said rather sarcastically, “Hey, do I get to wear funny clothes and take a picture with the pope?” All his red-faced sponsor could muster up was “Uh, they aren’t funny clothes!” I had to wonder what this poor soul’s reasons were for going thru the whole process.