When he was just a baby at his Baptism, the priest handed a candle to his father, entrusting his parents and godparents with protecting the Light of Faith for our then tiny son.
A few years later, we glowed with pride as he stood in front of a different priest, looked at the Eucharist before him, and said “Amen” to all that was being offered to him.
He had fought hard against vision and learning disabilities, studying and struggling to learn everything a second grader needs to know before he receives His Lord – Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity.
Friday , we watched this same boy, now a young man, stand in front of God and a church full of witnesses, and take ownership of his Faith for himself. The tiny flame of faith represented by that Baptismal candle just a few years back, has now been entrusted to him.
So it was on Friday evening, that we sat in the pew with our whole family and watched our son beaming with excitement as he became Catholic by choice. Just as it was with his First Communion, it has been a hard road for him as he fought to learn and remember everything necessary. He leaned on the example of Joseph of Cupertino, and spent extra hours reading his Bible and Catechism, just hoping to know enough to satisfy our priest.
He studied and read about the various saints before selecting St Patrick for his Confirmation saint. It was a mix of heroic tales and a flannel-graph that led him to select someone he’d loved and admired since childhood for his own.
He has a few years left under our roof in which to continue growing in his own faith, but it’s thrilling to watch the man he is becoming. With every day, he becomes more steady and sure of who he is and what it is that he believes. Not because we say so, but because he does.