Kate Moriarty, Melbourne Catholic Magazine
I position myself on the catechist's chair: feet together, hands folded in lap. I arrange my face into an expression of attentive serenity. It has been a while since I’ve been in the Atrium. Across the room, another catechist is showing my three-year-old twins the preliminary works: sorting shells, scooping beans, matching stones, drawing a picture. The lead catechist is presenting The City of Jerusalem, an advanced work, to two five-year-olds.