At age 50, I was received into the Catholic Church after being a member of the Anglican Church of Canada most of my adult life. It was the culmination of seven months of preparation through the RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults) program, but more than that, a lifetime of preparation was consummated at the sublime moment when the priest layed his hands on my head, called me by my confirmation name, and traced the sign of the cross on my forehead with chrism oil. Strangely, when he placed his hands on my head, it wasn’t a mere tap or pat on the head, but I felt a tremendous weight come down on me. As the Sacrament of Confirmation was administered, the five of us candidates and catechumens faced the assembly; a parishioner who had gone through the same experience the year before later remarked how he saw the Holy Spirit descend upon us...
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LITTLE ANGELS
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One of the horrors of our society ... I don't know if this is peculiar to
Blighty ... is the murder, apparently for sexual motives, of small
children, esp...
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