Our journey in conversion to the Catholic Church continues and though it seems like we are going to be in the RCIA group forever, we really only have a couple of months left until we are received into the Church. (Hard to believe, when looking out at all the snow outside, that we started this while it was still hot outside!) Even though it’s been a long process, it has been enjoyable. I prefer that it has been this way to just being something that we were allowed to go in and say we wanted to be Catholic and then just get “signed up” right then and there. This process has given us time to grow and learn. And, one of the things I have liked so much, it has given us a chance to get to know others that are doing the same thing.
Last week, Fr. Dan was our speaker again. That always makes for such a nice evening! At the beginning of the evening, he was kind to pass along compliments that he had received on the Hail Mary canvas that we donated to the church.
The class was about the sacraments of initiation — baptism, confirmation, and eucharist. Since we had already had a talk on the sacraments, this was just a more in depth version of the previous talk. One thing that I liked hearing (that I had worried about while going through the process), we were told that if something happened and one of us died before Easter, we would still be able to have a Catholic funeral, etc. Maybe it was silly to worry about that before, but I was. I finally decided to stop worrying about it because I figured it would get figured out if something horrible happened. So, now for the next two months, I can feel like I really don’t need to worry about it.
Another highlight of last week was Noah’s (first grade) religious ed class. They went to Mass and then had a tour of the church. Eric (being the darling husband that he is) let me go to RCIA while he spent the first half with Noah (since parents were invited). I told Noah that he would have to tell me two interesting things he learned. He told me about getting to see in the tabernacle, getting to see a relic from St. Anthony of Padua, and the story of the martyrdom of St. Lawrence. Of course, he needed some cueing from Daddy on some of it, but I was glad that he seemed to be paying attention during their tour.
Okay, so I suppose I will close for now. And, I will apologize if this has not been cohesive or interesting — the entire time I have been writing this, I have been talking to Jack who has been talking non-stop and telling me silly riddles. Oh, the life of a Mom.
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Donna said…
I think this is so awesome that you are all doing this as a family. I became catholic at the age of 24 and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
While I was in the hospital I asked for a priest. He gave me the sacrament for the sick and dying. I had to ask him if the sacrament ever expired. Mark received it two years ago when he had his heart attack and now me. I’m thankful to inform you that it does not expire. That is a freeing feeling. So basically what I’m saying to you is that I understand how you must feel to know you would receive a Catholic mass if you passed. I hope that came out right. Hugs to you!
February 12, 2007 9:14 PM
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