And… It happened. Yes, my husband who was born Jewish is now officially baptized, confirmed and had his first communion as Catholic.
Six months ago, he decided to join the RCIA program at the parish that we go to. It was not an easy ride for him juggling work and the class but he made it. He only missed one class, and that was because of a snow storm. I’m so proud of his accomplishment but more than anything, I’m grateful to God for allowing this to happen. It was not forced on him, it took years of voluntary self assessment. Now, I can actually say that we’re no longer an interfaith couple. I appreciate his effort and hard work – something that a born Catholic like me sometimes take for granted.
This photo was taken during the third Scrutiny wherein the candidates were presented to the congregation for three consecutive Sundays during the mass. It’s unfortunate that I was not able to snap photos of the first two.
The baptism was a solemn ceremony as it was held in conjunction with the Easter Vigil on April 4th. Now, please don’t ask me about the dressing on his head. That in itself deserves a blog post on its own. I’m just glad and thankful that it was not anything worse.
The ceremony and the mass was over in two hours. Since we had dinner very early, we were starving so we headed to the nearby diner. Bagel with lox and cream cheese was my choice while he opted for pancakes. We topped it off with strawberry shortcake.