Today one year ago I stood before a priest and was made a Roman Catholic, in a private ceremony, at which only the priest, Fr. Chris Allegra; my sponsor, Louis, and myself. I had chosen the day because it was the Vigil of Pentecost.
I am particularly fond of Pentecost because it represents the coming of a presence into the world that I and you and everyone is exposed to, all the time -- whether we know it, or not. It is available to us through prayer, and God has implanted the Holy Spirit in us to pray for us, as it says in Romans 8:26, (I cheated and looked it up on Google, that sort of stuff does not stay stuffed in my brain).
Tomorrow I will make a confession, and will be anointed for healing. Let's just say it's a letting go of a held over habit from the past that has outlived it's day, especially since Klonopin entered my life.
Overall, this year as a catholic has not been embarrassing at least. I thought about my conversion from the time I was sixteen until one year ago today, and I do not regret it in any way. The only regret I have is that I did not do it sooner. And in case you thought I had forgotten the Council.
So much is going on in my life that I find less and less time to put deep thought into things. This is something I can control, especially now that I can think free of anxiety symptoms taking over. I have gotten busy, but have I gone too far? A balance will be found.
I pray for you all, peace.
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