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[ljm2002]

15. A very nice story...

...and it reminds me of something that happened to me growing up. It was much less serious but still...

When I was 16 I attended a summer watercolor class run by a nun, Sister Rafael. She was a good instructor, but once in awhile she would go off on a rant. One day her rant was about Saint Jerome. She hated Saint Jerome (yes she actually said she hated him). She said his translation of the Adam & Eve story had put all the blame on Eve for the fall from grace...

Well I don't remember all the details of her argument, but I can say two things about it: 1 - it was the first time I had encountered a believer, and a nun no less, who loudly and openly took issue with the Church's teachings; 2 - it once and for all convinced me that it is better to be a free thinker than to be bound by obscure theological arguments that do nothing to help us in our actual Earthly lives.

Anyway, your story reminded me of it because we can forget sometimes that these nuns (and priests, I'm sure) are also individuals and they can surprise us with their thinking on these matters.

Thanks for your story. And thank you, Sister Rafael, for helping me to free my thinking from the bondage of the Catholic Church.