CONFIRMED.

What a day.

I spent a few minutes in the adoration chapel cause I had to line up soon. I even squeezed in a confession. Yay me!

Something amazing started as soon as I entered that church. The smell of incense that filled the air made my heart pound. During the homily Bishop Sartoris talked about being a hero. Selflessness. I guess that's the word that sums it up. Someone who is willing to sacrifice time, reputation for someone else. I have no clue why, but I started tearing up. Anywho, I got confirmed and people thought I was sweating because of the chrism. ahah!

I was trippin' though. Before I got confirmed... I thought "Me?! I'm getting confirmed? I'm receiving God's endless graces?" It was overwhelming... for someone like me to have something so great available to me. I'm just blessed to know God at my age. I've tried imagining my life without God right now. If I was forced to go to confirmation, to reject whatever God had to offer. lk;ndfl;a I shudder at the thought x_X

After I got confirmed, several people went to my house. We played some rock band, and watched my brother go crazyyy! But the most exciting part was our little worship jam session! Gian played guitar, Oliver played the cajon & piano. And the rest of us were singing. It was beautiful. ahah Despite my cracking voice, & Kellie's sickness [?] I felt it was very Spirit-led. He was moving. In our hearts, our lungs, our voices, our fingertips. God is moving.

REALITY, son.

Christians
by Maya Angelou

When I say... "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I'm clean livin'!'"
I'm whispering, "I was lost, now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian," I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble, and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak, and need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed, and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian," I'm not holier than thou.
I'm just a simple sinner, who received God's good grace, somehow!~



We have our share of fears, struggles, weaknesses. What makes us different is how we choose to live our lives. I live my life to follow Christ. How about you?

Anywhoo, someone once told me that "Christians just hide behind their religion and can't face reality on their own" I depend on God and I lift my problems up to Him; you can say that I hide behind Him. But that's because I don't like uncertainty. I don't like wondering about how I'm going to get past a situation alone.

But define REALITY. define REAL. I noticed that after retreats, we always say "once you get out into the real world..." (I know I've said it as well, and I just need to find the right word to replace it. =/) But there's uncertainty about God's existence in that statement. As if God is some fairytale. But hes as real as salty tears and childish laughter. Corny much? If anything, those who aren't living with God aren't living in reality. And how do I face this so-called "reality?" I deal with insults. I've suffered losses. I deal with the rest of society's opposing views. I still try my best to serve God one person at a time. You know, spare change for the homeless guy near Marketplace? Am I not facing reality because I pray? Don't mistake my hope for disillusion.