Probably a tenth of all Americans say they were once Catholic.
They were Catholic children once,
processing up the aisle for First Communion,
trembling in the confessional.
They were the shepherds and the angels in the Christmas play.
They learned that helping the poor is good.
They learned that war is bad.
They heard about Jesus’ parables: the sower and his seeds, the treasure buried in a field, the wise and foolish virgins, the woman who put yeast into three handfuls of flour and it bubbled up into bread dough, and pretty soon she had some nice big loaves of bread.
And they probably remember something of St. Paul.
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child. I understood as a child. I thought as
They have outgrown the catechism.
They have moved beyond.
But one tenth of all Americans can bubble up a lot of good;
they are a formidable chunk of yeast.