Originally, I was raised in the Catholic Church. Until my first communion, I found it virtually impossible for anyone to explain religion to me. When I asked my mom questions that she didn’t know how to answer, she would dismiss me with, "Quit being so analytical." When I was 10 I was sent to Catholic Communion Dedication, CCD, classes. I was so excited to go to CCD. What I thought was going to happen was that I was going to go to a class to learn all about this religious stuff. I was wrong.
One of the biggest disappointments in my young, Christian life was showing up to class and being told to memorize the Catholic prayers. I remember asking the lady directing the class, "When does class start?" "This is the class. Now memorize the prayers." She replied. Disappointedly, I began reading through the prayers.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For everand ever.
I didn’t get it. I had no idea what the prayers meant, or why I had to memorize them. And, I couldn’t find anyone to explain them to me. Every day for a week I had to show up, and learn rituals. The most important ritual was how to take communion on Sundays, but, why? What was the point? At the end of the week, I was given a certificate showing that I had completed Catholic Communion Dedication. I couldn’t have felt more lost.