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In reply to the discussion: Back in the 70's, when I was still tethered to my mother, she made it clear that I was to attend [View all]jerseyjack
(1,361 posts)We were to memorize about 5 pages of lessons and nonsense each week and then recite those pages in class. Then it was close to Confirmation and that is when the Bishop shows up at the church, asks a few questions of the kids and having been satisfied the kids knew the tenants of their faith, Confirmed them as soldiers of the church.
Close to Confirmation time, the head nun must have been getting nervous that we weren't up to snuff. We were all marched out into the school's hall and lined up, backs to the wall, facing each other. Then she asked questions of the candidates.
One kid missed a question. She shook the kid and shouted the answer in his ear until he got it right. She came to another kid and by now, we were nervous and scared. The kid mispronounced a word. She began pinching the kid on his cheeks until he got the word right. A third kid was slammed against he wall and blood appeared on the wall. He was taken out of the line and I don't know where he ended up.
I answered my question without incident and went home. I was confirmed a week later.
I don't believe in Jesus as savior, resurrected or any of the other such stuff.
I also have no use for the Catholic Church.