Same. As a Catholic school girl of the fifties and sixties I remember when a bishop came to our school. We all had to line up in the auditorium for the great honor of kissing his ring. There were about 600 hundred of us. When it was my turn, I curtsied as we were told to do, then knelt to kiss his ring. I actually gagged because he had very hairy hands. I recall thinking to myself, there is nothing holy about this. I was seven.
The God I know NOW certainly did. Needless to say, I was not a good fit for Catholic school. I begged my parents to let me go to the local public school, which was an excellent one, but my mother was adamant even though she knew how awful it was for me. I finally escaped when we moved when I was in sixth grade. I also skipped out on after school confirmation classes. My dad backed me up on all of this.
Same. As a Catholic school girl of the fifties and sixties I remember when a bishop came to our school. We all had to line up in the auditorium for the great honor of kissing his ring. There were about 600 hundred of us. When it was my turn, I curtsied as we were told to do, then knelt to kiss his ring. I actually gagged because he had very hairy hands. I recall thinking to myself, there is nothing holy about this. I was seven.
Because the God that I know GAVE you the the tools to detect and defeat evil.
The God I know NOW certainly did. Needless to say, I was not a good fit for Catholic school. I begged my parents to let me go to the local public school, which was an excellent one, but my mother was adamant even though she knew how awful it was for me. I finally escaped when we moved when I was in sixth grade. I also skipped out on after school confirmation classes. My dad backed me up on all of this.