And I don’t believe that any Catholic, lapsed or not, are shocked that God walked on earth and told us to eat his body and blood. That is just not believable.
You are very lucky not to have seen that look on the face of a 12-year-Catholic educated college student.
I call the look I refer to the “Catholics believe
what?” look. It’s very polite. I felt it on my face when I was a 32-year-old questioner in RCIA. I’ve seen it on the faces of non-Catholics (friends and strangers alike) when we have an honest dialogue.
I understand and am prepared for those times.
Because, as you note, it seems unbelievable that a 12-year-Catholic-educated college student would have that look (it is similar, also, to what’s called a moment of clarity), it is extremely sad, truly heartbreaking to witness it.
I’m sorry if it sounded like I was contending that they’ve never heard the words. When we share that moment, they have slowly said something like, “Oh, yeah…” and then will quizzically quote part of a creed or the Mass or a song.
It makes me sad in general. It makes me sadder for those specific lambs because they are very kind to this down-on-her-luck old broad despite the fact that their lives are full of anxiety and temptation.
I get to spend time with them now. But for them, I will mostly be a shawdowy memory of an old fogey which kind of makes them feel guilty. I can live with that. I pray it is one of the things (like the creed, the Mass, the songs) which bring them home.