Bad Catholic?
My youngest son Joe turned to me and whispered "Mom, are you a bad Catholic?" we both giggled a little- hopefully as quietly and discreetly as possible since we were nearing the end of the Nicene Creed. "Yes, Yes I am." I whispered back as we took our seats. That is the truth. I am a bad Catholic. In so far as I am not a perfect Catholic. I get it wrong sometimes. I stumble over the prayers like on this particular day, a prayer I have prayed pretty much every Sunday and multiple rosaries for the better part of going on three decades (of life not three decades of the rosary). While we are on the subject; I consecrated myself to Jesus through Mary. As part of the commitment to God through the brown scapular I wear, I committed to pray the rosary every day.... I don't. I forget. I fall asleep. I make excuses. I blame others for "distracting me" or using up the time I should be doing it. Sometimes I drink too much (I am a cheap date so too much is