St. Thomas More youth rally intertwines faith and fun

Kylie Klimek’s strong faith gave her the courage to do something many adults wouldn’t — share her beliefs with a neighbor whose family is atheist.

The seventh-grade student at St. Thomas More Catholic School wasn’t afraid to talk to her friend about the Catholic faith, and it resulted in a response she didn’t expect.

“She chose to come to church with us,” said Klimek. “I think it’s really important that she got to do that with me because it probably would have been hard since her whole family doesn’t believe in God.

“I once took her to adoration and she had tears in her eyes because she was so happy that she got to have this time with God in the silence and be able to hear God’s voice,” said Klimek.

The experience made Klimek feel good about sharing her beliefs.

Youth who attended the June 8 youth rally Into the Deep were given an opportunity to go deeper in their faith. (Photo by Moira Cullings)

“I’m just proud that I was able to help somebody at least know God — even if it was for a short while,” she said.

Perhaps Klimek’s openness about her faith stems from her involvement with St. Thomas More Parish’s youth ministry.

St. Thomas More draws in several young people for its youth groups, as well as its annual youth rally — this year called “Into the Deep.” The rally, designed for middle and high school students, took place June 8 at the parish.

In the past, the annual rally was called Guppy Fest. This year’s name change reflected a clearer focus on building a relationship with Christ.

“This year is a lot more intimate, and you get a better connection to Jesus and the things that the keynote speakers are talking about,” said freshman Peter Kelley. “It’s more focused on Christ.”

“Into the Deep” was led by the parish’s youth ministers, and the young people who attended listened to talks, went to Mass, played games and bonded over their faith.

“We don’t get a lot of silence in our daily lives,” said Kelley. “So I just really like this atmosphere.”

As a mentor for the younger kids during the rally, Kelley felt like he could be there to talk and walk with them on their faith journey.

“I have to set an example and do well in how I’m exhibiting my relationship with Christ,” said Kelley. “I think it’s really good for them to get this type of relationship early in their lives, especially he middle schoolers.”

Klimek felt grateful to build a friendship with the younger students more than she is able to during a regular school day.

High school youth minister Hannah Smith leads a game at “Into the Deep.”

“It’s really nice that I’m able to help lead them in their faith,” she said.

For Kelley, having a support system of other young people grounded in faith is a gift.

“I know a lot of people come from public schools, and they don’t really have church or faith inside those schools,” said Kelley. “Coming here and having faith and fun intertwined I think is really good for them.

“Having help and having someone to talk to [is invaluable], especially at such a key point in their lives when they’re still being formed and getting ready for high school, which might be even harder,” he added.

Kelley hopes opportunities like “Into the Deep” continue to inspire his peers to strive for a greater trust in God.

“I think it’s very important for youth to be formed the right way and to have a place to come and feel safe with Christ,” he said.

COMING UP: A caveat on the great Tom Wolfe

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When the great Tom Wolfe died on May 14 — he of the white suits, the spats, and the prose style as exuberant as his wardrobe — I, like millions of others, remembered the many moments of pleasure I had gotten from his work.

My Wolfe-addiction began on a cross-country flight in 1979, shortly after The Right Stuff was published. Always an airplane and space nut, I was fascinated by Wolfe’s re-creation of the culture of America’s test pilots and astronauts at the height of the Cold War. And there was that extraordinarily vivid writing. At one point I burst out laughing, scaring the daylights of the elderly lady sitting next to me but not daring to show her the passage — it must have involved Pancho Barnes’ Happy Bottom Riding Club, a saloon outside Edwards Air Force Base — that set me off.

After The Right Stuff got me going on Tom Wolfe, it was impossible to stop. The first half of Radical Chic and Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers — Wolfe’s scathing account of a reception thrown for the Black Panthers by Leonard and Felicia Bernstein — remains the quintessential smack-down of political correctness among the 1% cultural elites. From Bauhaus to Our House explains why anyone with an aesthetic sense thinks something is seriously wrong with modernist architecture, and does so in a way that makes you laugh rather than cry.

Then there was Wolfe’s first novel, The Bonfire of the Vanities. One of its chapters, “The Masque of the Red Death,” takes its title from Edgar Allan Poe and with mordant humor dissects the vacuity of Manhattanites consumed (and in some cases destroyed) by their grotesque, over-the-top consumerism. I recently re-read that stunning set-piece and the thought occurred, as it had before, that it was a far more effective polemic against materialism than anything ever issued by the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace. Bonfire was also brilliant in skewering the destructiveness of New York’s race hustlers, the obtuseness of a values-free media, and the fecklessness of too many politicians.

Asked once by monks who run a prestigious prep school what they might do to disabuse parents of the notion that their sons were doomed if they didn’t get into Harvard, Duke, Stanford, and the like, I suggested giving a copy of I Am Charlotte Simmons to the parents of every incoming senior. Wolfe’s fictional tale of life on elite American university campuses in the 21st century is a sometimes-jarring exercise in the social realism practiced (a bit less brutally) by Dickens and Balzac. But Charlotte Simmons, like Wolfe’s other fiction, has a serious moral core and an important cultural message. The young innocent, the brightest girl in town who makes it to an elite university, gets corrupted by stages: and her moral corruption is preceded by intellectual corruption — the class in which she’s taught that there’s really nothing properly called “the truth.”

I do have one post-mortem caveat to register about Tom Wolfe’s oeuvre, which takes me back to The Right Stuff (and while we’re on that subject again, forget the inane movie). The central figure in Wolfe’s tale of aeronautical daring-do is Chuck Yeager, the man who first broke the “sound barrier” in the Bell X-1, and did so with a couple of broken ribs, which he managed in flight with the aid of a sawed-off broom handle. Yeager was an extraordinary figure who never became a national celebrity because of the (absurd) news blackout surrounding the X-1 project, and Wolfe clearly wanted to pay tribute to him as an unsung American hero.

To do so, however, Tom Wolfe seemed to think he needed a foil, and he cast astronaut Gus Grissom in that role: “L’il Gus,” the Hoosier grit lampooned as a bumbler to make Yeager look even better. And that was a grave disservice to the memory of Virgil I. Grissom, who did not mess up the second Mercury space flight (Wolfe’s account notwithstanding), and who gave his life for his country in the launch pad fire that consumed Apollo 1 — which Grissom knew to be a deeply flawed spacecraft and had urged NASA to improve.

So now that Tom Wolfe and Gus Grissom have both crossed what Wolfe once called the Halusian Gulp, I hope these two American patriots are reconciled. Both had the right stuff.