I was raised nominally catholic, but I gave up on my faith before the confirmation and consequently - never learned what that "sacrament" entails. All I needed to find out about it was, that it wasn't required in order to get into high-school (well - any high-school I wanted to go to), that I'd be expected to hand an envelope containing money to the priest and that nobody was going to give me presents, like on my first communion. Even at the tender age of 14 I could tell a waste of time when I saw one.
Mother wasn't too pleased, that I decided to give the whole damn thing a miss, but - at the end of the day - it wasn't the end of the world. If I ever needed to come back to the church, I could just get confirmed then. It's not like catholics are picky about who they let into their fruity club.
Mother wasn't too pleased, that I decided to give the whole damn thing a miss, but - at the end of the day - it wasn't the end of the world. If I ever needed to come back to the church, I could just get confirmed then. It's not like catholics are picky about who they let into their fruity club.
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." - George Bernard Shaw
