mm … well it took me two goes at RCIA … the first time my mother sorta freaked out, the second time she realized she’d have to play ‘supportive mother’ if she was going to be someone I talked to about such things.
My mother is a former Catholic, she was 17 and shacking up with my father when they moved 800 miles from her backwards-Catholic family (poor POOR examples of what it means to be Catholic) and she was befriended by some fundie-Protestant-neighbors and started going to church with them … so my siblings and I were raised to dislike everything about Catholics and I was astonished to find out how very wrong my family was.
My mother has since married a nice man who was a poor Catholic as well and promptly converted him to her Southern Baptist ways … even had him reBaptised 'cause the one he had when he was a baby wasn’t good enough. >blah!<
And she’d make comments about her husband’s perfectly lovely mother like “Oh if only she were saved, it’s really such a shame” as IF she gets to decide.
so when I entered RCIA she was more than a little miffed – I went anyway since I wasn’t doing this for her I was doing it for me and my family … I had to learn!
Now members of my family call and ask me questions they know will set me off but I’m attempting to fill myself up with enough knowledge that I can take them down on every angle … in love of course – I can let them live in their ignorance but when it spills out of their mouths I have to correct it. Can’t help myself anymore!
I always have been a rebel I suppose