Wednesday, June 3, 2009
~Jesus had shown himself alive to the apostles his Passion by many demonstrations. For forty days he had continued to appear to them and tell them about the kingdom of God. When he had been at table with them, he told them not to leave jerusalem, but to wait there for what the father had promised. "It is," he had said, "what you have heard me speak about: John baptized with water but you. not many days from now, will be baptized with the Holy Spirit
Now having met together, they asked him, " Lord, has the time come? Are you going to restore the kingdom to Israel?" He replied, "It is not for you to know times or dates that the Father has decided by his own authority, but you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you, and then you will be my witnesses not only in Jerusalem but throughout Judea and Samaria, and indeed to the ends of the earth"
The word of the Lord~
That, my friends, is what is going to be coming out of my mouth on the 28th June 2009. I'll probably be quaking underneath my....uh...whatever i'm going to be wearing on that day.
Confirmation. I've never really given much thought to it till today. During the past 9 or so years the only reason why i attended catechism was friends and, well, "family support". The teachers came and went. They spoke of biblical passages and parables, miracles and Holy wonders, the Power of the Love of God and other teachings.
But what the teachers 3 years ago failed to do was to successfully relate to the students. Maybe it's just because they're adults and stuff, but something about their looks reminded me of, well, teachers. When the new batch of teachers took over our classes, they brought along with them a sense of change, something...different. They bore the young faces that would reflect what we would potentially become. In previous years it was all text book this text book that. However, when the sec 1 term started, we were issued notebooks. Notebooks that would eventually be filled to the (almost) brim with frenzied scribbling of beatitudes and Commandments and funny doodles almost 3 years later.
Sigh...Memories...
I still vaguely remember the days when i spent my Sunday mornings laughing and talking with a few of my closest buddies. Days when the guys and the girls were separated like oil and water. Days when i would actually be told to shut up(but nicely, of course) when i talked too much. Days which i didn't treasure enough.
Shocking, though, that so much has changed since then. Maybe all that was needed to make the class grow together was a catalyst in the form of a camp. I don't recall there every being a class camp where we could ACTUALLY sit down and talk. Or at least try to. Now the girls and the guys see eye to eye. Cracking jokes here and there.
Oh wells, i guess confirmation isn't really an end, but the beginning of a new chapter in my catholic life. A new stage of the game commonly known as life.
~amen~Labels: For God and his people.
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