Personal Narrative: Receiving The Sacrament Of Confirmation

I want to get confirmed in the catholic faith because I have enjoyed being in our faith. I have a lot of reasons I want to get confirmed. I loved doing the services. I also love being close to God. I am going to tell you why I want to be confirmed.

I feel like there are many reasons why I should receive the Sacrament of Confirmation. There are many things I do to participate and learn new things about my faith.   One of the reasons is that I practice in being a Catholic everyday.  I try to find new meaning when I read a section in the Bible.  I also pray to God every night before I go to bed and thank him for the day and everything that happened and I pray that he help me become strong in my faith and not give into anything bad.  I see the good in people and try to get them to turn to God for help.

In addition, going to the baptist church made me realize that no matter what your culture is, humans all want the same things. People want a sense of meaning and purpose, and to feel inspired, hopeful, unconditionally loved, accepted, and uplifted. People want to have an understanding of who they are, and what that entails. When people are feeling scared and insecure about the present and future, they demand explanations for the unknown, or the difficult elements of their life. Furthermore, people need order, structure, and security in their lives by being told what they should think/believe, how they should behave. People also seek a sense of belonging and community. Overall,it doesn’t matter if you’re Jewish, Christian, Caucasian, or African American, at the end of the day, humans generally all want the same thing, but just have different ways of showing it or expressing it.

(1) My conversion experience happened at a relatively young age. I remember I was four years old. I was sitting in our Sunday Evening service and instead of coloring or playing a game I listened to our Pastor's sermon. He was talking about salvation. All I could think about was I didn't want to go to hell! That evening before I went to bed, I asked my parents about heaven, hell, and this man named Jesus I had heard so much about. That night I accepted Christ as my savior!

A big decision occuring in my life right now is the process of getting confirmed. For the last two years I have been going to religious education and learning about my faith to finally be confirmed into the Catholic Church. Being confirmed into the Catholic church means that my faith is sealed into my life forever as a child of God.

During the fall of 2016, just as the new school year had started, my mother left for Vietnam. She flew out to Da Lat, Vietnam in mid-October for a business trip and told me she’d be back in two weeks; it had taken her five months to come home on March 13, 2016. Growing up, she had always been there for me, whether it was a choir concert or my First Communion, and experiencing her leaving for just a few months had felt like she was genuinely leaving, abandoning us. But, somehow my grandma, my brother, and I made do during this bleak time to manage ourselves, the house, and the horrific bills that came every single month. It wasn’t easy to do all that and find a way to get ourselves to school; we often had to rely on several relatives on

The Catholic church is the one I grew up in. Attending the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has brought a fullness to my soul from the couple times I first went to the mass. I prayed everyday asking Heavenly Father if his plan for me is to be baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My answer came to me when attending mass with one of the State Conference’s. As simple as I wish it was, challenges have come up ever since I have received this sign. My family tradition of the Catholic religion is causing difficulties in this decision, no matter how I explain why I am making this decision. Plans are changed; now when it will be the time I am of age to make these decisions thoroughly, I will get baptized. Even

I woke up in a complete daze, the smell of old pizza, liquor and flower fragrance from the random girl next to me filled the air. As I lifted my body from the sticky leather loveseat, the hammer pounding sensation within my head made it apparent that I made some other irresponsible choices, besides trying to squeeze my 6’1 frame onto a loveseat. As I tried to tune out sounds of hip hop party music playing, I thought to myself “a scene from hangover”? Maybe so, but it was my experience. Once I came up with a vague memory of what happened, I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about it. Those were the moments I lived for, those wild nights, the ones where the details were as questionable as my dedication to the Christian faith. Those days that

On February 28th, 2016 I decided to go to the immigrant assistance center that is located in the parish hall of Sacred Heart Church to complete my hours of community service. My class is a service learning class therefore I had to do a service to the community. My experience in the church was eye opening.

“Good day, to his Most Catholic Majesty and other people present here. I nearly was killed by a lightning strike on my way back from university. I prayed to the Virgin Mary to save my life for I will become a monk. The path that I had chosen for myself required commitment, devotion, hours of prayers, fasting, and continual confessions. I quit law school by my own will and against my father’s to join the Augustinian Friars. A trip to Rome with my fellow friars was the cause of me questioning myself about certain Catholic practices. What I saw in Rome disillusioned me. I began to experience my doubts and unpleasant thoughts about the teachings of the Catholic Church as I watched inept, facetious, and cynical clergy perform their duties. I had

=For the past year, I have been attending a Lutheran Church back in a town I used to attend college in. As a person, I do not truly identify as Lutheran but, I do enjoy the service. In a Lutheran church the key features of the service is the creeds and the views of certain topics in scripture. The church I attend is Christ Lutheran, when service starts candles are lit, we sing a couple of hymns, the pastor teaches his sermon, we greet each other, we confess, we have the Lord's supper, have a couple of creeds, announcements, and one last hymn. Lutherans are very structured when it comes to service. The Lord's Supper is done every week and as a church we confess our sins through a creed. This past two week, I started attending a different church,

Why do we need the Sacrament of Confirmation? First, we should understand that the Spirit can be given to us in different degrees: in Baptism, we have already received this Spirit, but in Confirmation when the bishop lays hands on us and says, "Be sealed with the Gift of the Holy Spirit," there is an increase of this reality within us. Making a comparison with our physical development, Baptism is like our birth, and Confirmation is our growth, which drives us to one day share in the plenitude of Christ.

I am extremely enthusiastic to receive the sacrament of Confirmation. To me, and likely to many people, Confirmation is comparable to saying yes to God. My parents made vows for me during my baptism, and God is calling me now, at the age of maturity, to renew these vows for myself. When I become confirmed, I will have renewed the promises made by my parents for me at my baptism. Through Confirmation, I will also accept the gifts of the Holy Spirit as a mature adult.

As I walk up the pathway to Holy Ghost Prep, the first building I see to my left is Founders Hall. When I walk into Founders Hall and see the classrooms, the first thing I notice is that all of the classrooms are similar except Founders 204. At the end of the hallway on the 2nd floor, the doors of this unique classroom catch my eye and I enter. The first thing I notice about F204 is that the ceiling is shaped differently. The ceiling is triangular because it a room designated for communication purposes. The next things are the windows. Along the back of the room there are windows going almost all the way to the top of the room. Through these windows, you can see some of the HGP campus including the track, the soccer field, and Spiritan Hall.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is