Proud of My Catholic Roots

When we were growing up, our parents had my brothers and I attend church every Sunday. And I remember Mum complaining that one of us was crying too much during masses. But we all grew to be nice boys.
My eldest brother Joe Kagigite showed the way when he became an altar boy in the mid '90s. Bob and Paddy, my other two elder brothers, followed suit. Then something happened to my kid brother Symo in church one Saturday in 1998.
That Saturday, he attended a healing mass with a broken arm which he claimed was healed. He went to tell the then church catechist, a good-natured man called Josphat Karanja, about it.
Besides the teachings and good company we had in church, we also had a rare opportunity to attend free piano lessons that some seminarians offered. As for me, I started piano lessons in August 1997.
Oh, I also attended Bible classes for two years before I was allowed to receive the sacrament in April 2000. Among the things I learnt in the classes were reciting the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary. I think I also learnt the Ten Commandments.
The day before I received my first sacrament, I looked forward to tasting it. And when the day reached, I wore a white shirt with black pants as we boys were required to do.
It was after I started receiving the sacrament that I became an altar boy. But I found it rather difficult to master the minor details that went with assisting priests during masses.
As I look back, I realize the strong moral principles, passion for learning and love of music that I've are as a result of my Catholic upbringing. That's why I'm proud of my Catholic roots.
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