Most civilian Catholic parishes have Confirmation classes throughout the year, and the large ceremony after Easter, typically closer to the end of the school year. However, because the military Catholic parish of the Archdiocese for the Military Services (AMS) is a worldwide parish, Confirmation runs a little differently.
While most (but certainly not all) civilian parishes utilize a two-year Confirmation program, the AMS curriculum is a one-year program. Due to the highly transient lifestyle of the military, a one-year program will ensure all students are equally prepared for this sacrament, even if that student is moving at the end of the year.
Confirmation ceremonies in AMS begin to be celebrated within Catholic communities beginning in January, and last through the end of the school year. This way, the AMS bishops or Archbishop are able to confer this special sacrament.
Last night was Confirmation in our community. As such, I wore the appropriate colors to Mass for the Church’s recognition of the Holy Spirit – red – since He descended upon the disciples and ignited their hearts aflame.
Because Confirmation had our AMS designated bishop presiding, I attended Mass solo – I wasn’t interested in playing shoe tossing, potty running, screeching, or any other child-initiated and imagined games!
The homily focused on the fruits of the Holy Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control) as outlined in Galatians 5:22-23.
However, that was not the part of Mass which struck me. Instead, it was our second reading, upon which I have spent the better part of a day ruminating.
More specifically, I spent time on the part in which we are instructed to, “Let no one boast about human beings, for everything belongs to you…”
I have always disliked being publicly acknowledged for contributing to the workings of any project. Instead, I am more motivated by private accolades by those in charge. In the past year or two, I have learned to take compliments with a simple thank you, but have still felt uncomfortable – as though something was lacking.
Last night, sitting in Mass alone, I realized what was missing – instead of taking the credit, I would rather credit God with giving me the gifts to do my job.
Without God and His guidance, I am nothing.
On Ash Wednesday (1 March), we will be reminded we come from ash, and to ash we will return.
Without God and His guidance, I can not do all I do.
In the past month or so, I have begun to consider giving God praise when I am given compliments. But, I haven’t implemented that strategy. Perhaps now, I will try to be more intentional in giving Him that verbal praise.
With God, all things are possible, and blessed be His name.
**I’m linking up with Rosie over at A Blog for My Mom for the “My Sunday Best” series, and draw attention to the fact I got to wear heels this week! Below is My Sunday Best, even if I didn’t wear it to Mass. It’s an entire LuLa Roe outfit – an Irma up top, and leggings.**