Job Perks

I am racking up Godchildren like a hooker on Saturday night.

Aside from my sister's parish, (Episcopalians!) who made me attend a three hour baptismal prep class (it remains unclear if it was because we're heretical Catholics or because my sister neglected to mention baptismal classes were part of what I do for a living),  the "I am a DRE" thing generally gets me out of mandatory boring classes on baptismal theology. Which is probably for the best, as I have a hard time keeping it to myself when I think something is being done poorly.

Yesterday as I filled out the forms for our new Godchild, I called to ask if I could just sign myself out, since I teach baptismal classes, and, if they wouldn't mind, could I just  teach a quicky class to my husband and sign him out, too.

"Of course! That's fine! But the signature at the bottom, that can't be yours. It has to be a priest."

Of course it does.

Comments

[Beano]

sigh...

There are so many things to say in respone to that comment, but I'm short on words today.

So I'll sum it up in four words.
Laypeople. Aren't. Theological. Dumbasses.

Amen.