Comment by Barry Soper of Newstalk ZB
Over the years seeing the Catholic Church increasingly painted as the devil incarnate has been unsettling for many and it most certainly was not my experience growing up as a communicant of the religion, including a period as an altar boy and a youth debater on issues with the church, mainly celibacy which I could never understand.
It was an honour a few decades ago to be invited to be the guest speaker at the centennial of the Catholic school I attended. I said at the time the Sisters of Mercy had to show a great deal of it when it came to trying to educate me.
The priests in my childhood were revered, they were always set on a pedestal, they could do no wrong. They were frequent visitors to my family home where on occasion they'd conduct a mass.
My family would most nights chant the rosary which, to a sprightly kid, was rather laborious. Mass every Sunday was obligatory, no argument - which was probably why I served at the altar to make it more bearable - and confession to cleanse the soul was always a welcome relief.