We were blessed to have a baptism (a surprise to me--I'd heard earlier that there weren't going to be any this year). Jennifer is a high school student here in Martin. I had never seen a baptism in the Church before, so it was especially exciting. The Renewal of Baptismal Promises was really amazing (being that I am a girl, I reserve the right to cry upon feeling pretty much any emotion at all. I invoked this right for the first of several times last night as I reaffirmed both my rejection of sin and my belief in that which is mentioned in the Apostles' Creed).
The Rite of Reception was a remarkably powerful moment for me. Cry #2 came when I said, "I believe and profess all that the holy Catholic Church believes, teaches, and proclaims to be revealed by God." Stout words, those, but so very true. Immediately following this rite, of course, was that of Confirmation.
My Confirmation was a little bit...off. I wasn't really upset by the mistake, though (which, I'll have to say, kind of surprises me). The Holy Spirit knows my name, even if Fr. Joe doesn't, quite. Between my sponsor trying (repeatedly but unsuccessfully) to give Father my Confirmation name and a favorite professor (who was an altar server) grinning at me over the mispronunciation of my given name, I was more than mildly distracted. In spite of my distraction, though, by God's grace I was indelibly sealed to the Holy Spirit. Wow.
And then came my first Holy Communion. Receiving the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Our Lord was so intensely joyful that it was almost surreal. I don't know how to begin to describe it. Truly Awesome. I expected waterworks, and I did cry a little bit, but the physical manifestation of my reaction to eating the Flesh of the Son of Man was primarily a great trembling that came after I got back to my spot on the kneeler. It was sort of weird, because I couldn't keep from shaking and that's an odd sensation, but it was nice, in a way. It was like even whatever subconscious mechanism was making me tremble like that recognized that Something very Real and very Powerful had just happened.
After the Mass ended, there was a nice reception (with cake!!) in the social hall, where lots of people I don't know (and some I do) told me congratulations and welcome. The well-wishes from other folks (even those who I've never actually seen before, here in the blogworld) have been really overwhelming. Yay for the Church being a family.
Thanks again to everyone who was praying for me as I crossed the Tiber. It's been a long, sometimes difficult, trip, and you've all been a very real help.
It's good to be home.
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