Last night my parents were confirmed in the Catholic Church. It was an interesting ceremony.
I must admit that I felt a little awkward, since I had to sit all by myself (Paul was home with the children, and the only other people there I knew were in the "reserved" section. I did not know when I was supposed to do what or hymns we were supposed to be singing. Plus, since the congregation is huge, nobody knew that I was an outsider, and nobody went out of their way to be friendly.
There were eight people confirmed in the ceremony last night. All of them had previously been baptized in another Christian denomination. The other RCIA candidates (those who were baptized Catholic and those who are unbaptized) will all join church later, and the bishop, who was not present last night, will be there for those ceremonies.
After the ceremony there was a reception for those confirmed. Unfortunately, the priest forgot to announce the reception. So there were about 20 people and enough food to feed at least 100 if not more. I felt bad for the person who had made the preparations. Fortunately, the high schoolers were also meeting last night. I am sure they were able to put a dent in the food.
My mother ended up choosing the name Monica for her confirmation name, her second choice was Bridget. My father went with Joseph. This is because he desires to be a protector of children, and not because he likes to be buried upside down. If you don't know what I'm referring to please check this out.
On a completely unrelated note: Paul and I have been learning a lot about Ninjas lately. If you need a good laugh, look here.