"There Are Catholics, Then there is Me"- Ritual

In Catholicism there are a lot of ceremonies that we do to show our devotion to God, which some are pretty silly, while others actually hold some credibility. The biggest ceremony I have participated in was my confirmation, which is pretty much classes and then at the end of two years you have a mass to recognize that we are now devoted followers of Jesus and God. Now to most Catholics this is something that is greatly looked at upon and that most people believe in; me on the other hand see this as just a false idea of if we do these classes than God is going to love us more. This idea, therefore is crap. It doesn’t matter if one does these classes or not, if you are a good person then you are good, and if you are bad then no matter how many classes, masses, or praying you do, you are still bad. Anyways being a Catholic I decided to do this, mainly because my mom wanted me to.
When I did these classes the norm was very easy to point out, these kids, most of them that is, who were Catholics and part of my generation, saw church as a way to forgive their sins and all the bad that they did. While I was sitting in this room with them, the majority of them whom were ignorant, rude and just hypocritical, made me realize that they really thought this was going to “save” them, and I felt bad. Because you see, to think that these classes are going to save your soul, then you are in for a rude awakening. I mean I know what I believe in, and this norm of having to go to a church every Sunday and classes to tell me that just seem to be almost ridiculous. Going to church every now and then is fine, and if you go to church every Sunday then more power to you But to say that you have to attend mass once a week if you want to be looked at as a loyal servant and child of God, is ridiculous. I don’t need someone to tell me how much I love, or believe, or think I believe in God, I can tell myself that. So the norm of Church and religion is simply silly to me and in the church’s eye, of what norm is, I am a “lost” child that must be found. In the end everything has a norm and there will always be someone who sees through it and goes against it. That’s pretty much what I am trying to say through this whole little short story.