Instead I slipped into Intelligent University Thinker mode. You know — too smart for all this organized-religion business, too hip for those simplistic moral codes written for dumb people in centuries past who needed to be told what to do, and plus, I had other things to do. My weekends were busy, you know? Oh, I was still Catholic, for a long time. It took me four years to fully shake off my Catholic identity, and I never did quit receiving communion if I happened to be at Mass for some social reason. (Yes. I know. I know.)
And that’s how I left the faith.
If you wonder why I’m crazy-obsessive about good catechesis, this is why. I know where pathetic milquetoast Church of the Good Intentions teaching leads.