I have to tell you a story about my sister, Alison. Every Wednesday our grade school would let the Catholics go to CCD (religious training) at St. Joseph’s Church. Alison and I would walk there, downtown in a town of 400 plus college students, with friends Christine and Roger.
Alison was probably in 2nd grade and in a different class than her big sister, thank goodness. This day, Sister passed out envelopes, a box of 52 for each student with their name stamped upon every one. The system was designed to assure that every student/parishioner could be counted upon by name for giving at Mass every week.
Alison raised her hand and Sister called upon her. Alison said “I won’t be needing these,” pointing to the envelopes. Sister asked “why not?”
Alison replied “Because we go to Mass at St. Anthony’s down the street.”
It’s amazing they let me into a Catholic college after that! Enjoy. We’ve been sharing many stories over the past week.
Now I need recipes. Dee
Mom had to be mortified at Alison’s faux pas. I just took my box of cards and left class.
We probably became stellar penitents in St. Joe’s constituency for the next few years before we moved away.
I find it sweet and funny that Alison felt she had to tell the nun that we take classes here and yet give our money to another church.