For a number of years I have been seeing double. I discovered I was seeing double when our parish bell choir played for Mass. I could see all my handbells, my gloves, the pages of my music, and the director.
I’m a youth director at a Catholic parish in Texas, and one would think the summer is a great vacation time – there’s no school, and it’s a great time to regroup, think of amazing ideas for the upcoming school year, etc. That is not the case. At all.
You can spot them a mile away. Men in white habits with huge rosaries for belts stick out. The Dominican friars certainly stick out in the middle of all the government buildings in Washington, D.C.
Nothing troubles Catholic parents more than the wholesale flight of young people from the weekly practice of the faith. Yet these also are their years of adventure and idealism, when authenticity is at a premium and the world is a mess.
By now most of you are probably aware of the depressing statistics regarding the “nones,” that is to say, those in this country who claim no religious affiliation.