I always have really vivid dreams. Lots of color, imagery, movement and I almost always remember them. However, I haven't had many great nights of sleep this week.
It all began on Sunday night with the school alarm going off in the middle of the night. I had to get dressed and go out there to see what happened before I could go back to bed. I'm also very clumsy and the night ended with an alcoholic beverage spilling all over me... I know, its wild. I had to take a second shower before I went back to bed because I smelled like this disgusting drink that was left on the school steps by whoever was trying to break in.
Anyway, back to the dream. This morning we all slept in because we had Mass today with the kids in school so I woke up a little later than I normally do. In my dream, I was running through a desert and I was afraid. When I woke up I was all out of sorts.
At school, I wished I was running through a desert... my kids were off the wall, my room was hot, sticky, and wet, it smelled of middle schoolers, and I just felt like I got nothing completed and anything that I did get done was wrong!
Now the nightmare really came to life in religion. I love teaching religion and I love my students but the questions they asked today and the things they didn't know made me want to... well... run through a desert.
From nuns and priests being married to the Trinity being "impossible" I was left feeling less than confident in the future of my student's religious education. They, of course, thought my reactions were hilarious.
I just want to know what we are going to do for our children to bring them to God and to teach them to love our Church if they have such a lack of experience.
Now I know it's not all bad... the other day one of my boys who serves at Mass told me how upset he was that people didn't bow before they received the Eucharist... it made my heart melt. However, some of them really are clueless.
There's really no point to this post except that we need to pray for them and do our best to surround them with what matters. The problem isn't that they are not being taught. It is that the second they leave us they are attacked by everything else.
Our Lady of Good Counsel, Pray for Us and Them!