Today, I will receive the Sacrament of Confirmation and, with it, be sealed with the gift of the Holy Ghost and fully initiated into the Catholic Church. Though the Church has long held a central place in my heart, it is only now, after much time and many turns in the journey, that I come to this moment of grace.
Looking back, I can see the hand of God in His perfect timing. I was baptized at the age of ten—a beautiful beginning—but much growth still lay ahead. In my longing for truth, I wandered through the wilderness of ideas: philosophy, alternative spiritualities, and even a sincere yet ultimately incomplete sojourn in an evangelical community. But divine providence, with quiet insistence, drew me back to the Church of my baptism.
Through the study of Sacred Scripture, the history of the Church, and the writings of the early Church Fathers, the truth became clearer: Christ established one Church, and that Church is Catholic. And so, by grace, I returned—not as a stranger, but as a prodigal, welcomed home.
The birth of my children marked another turning point. Their presence compelled me to draw nearer to Christ and awakened a deep awareness of the dangers that lurk in the world. As parents, we are guardians of their souls. Our boys now attend a Christian school where Jesus is at the heart of their education, but it is in our home, through our witness, that they will come to know Him most deeply.
It was during my mother’s illness that I recognized something I had not seen clearly before: that her Catholic faith was the most precious inheritance she could ever pass down. Her prayers, her quiet endurance, the love she poured into my upbringing—all of it was shaped by her deep Catholic spirituality. Every lesson, every correction, every Mass she brought me to, every CCD class she wrestled me into—was a thread in the tapestry of faith she wove for me.
Receiving Confirmation now carries a deep and personal meaning. It is not only the completion of my baptism and the reception of the gifts of the Holy Ghost; it is also, in a way, a gesture of atonement—for the resistance I once had to her efforts. It is a quiet thank-you. It is the moment where her torch becomes mine to carry. And by God’s grace, I will raise our sons to be men of the Church—strong in faith, firm in virtue, and joyful in the Lord.
Deo gratias. I am filled with gratitude, hope, and joy. Confirmation is not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter in my walk with Christ—a deeper communion with His Church, and a fuller participation in her mission.
Pray for me, that I may be faithful.
