I kicked Warren out of confirmation class. He took me seriously — and never returned. That was in the mid-60s, when I was young, competent in theology but seriously lacking in pastoral skills.
Warren was no different from the way I had been in the late 1940s, and no different from most teenagers today for whom confirmation classes are a chore to be endured. Warren and his friend Mark were demonstrating their disinterest in a way I thought was disruptive to the class. Probably, it was just disruptive to me.
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