One of our church's catechists asked me to share my story about coming into the Catholic Church with this year's RCIA class, so I did that tonight. He hadn't warned me that I'd have the last ten minutes of a two hour stretch of class. There was an hour of lecture followed by an hour of small groups which was also mostly lecture, and it was nearly 9:30 pm by the time I was sent up front. The poor kids (it was mostly young adults in this group) must have been longing to go home!
So I was very surprised and gratified to see how polite and attentive they were, how meekly they submitted to this prolongation of the evening. I blabbed at them about the last few years of my life until I managed to make myself stop, and on the whole it seemed to go fine. But if anyone asks me to talk next year, I shall first ascertain whether I'll be made the last thing standing between the class and freedom!
Oh, and I was given tamales afterward, which was ample payment. :)
2 comments:
Even under the subject of RCIA....what do we have???
FOOD TALK!
PS can I have some of the tamales?
I scarfed down those tamales as soon as got home, naturally. When it comes to food I don't just blog the talk, I walk the walk.
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