Confirmation

Six young people had taken the pastor's class over the last twelve weeks. Six young people stood ready to profess their faith in Christ and make their commitment to the church. They had practiced taking part in the service, each one ready to read a Scripture, lead a prayer, play an offertory. The air was filled with anticipation at this special event, this milestone in their lives. Family and friends had come, cameras flashed everywhere.

The confirmands were dressed all grown up, the girls had their hair upswept and fastened with delicate pins and clips. The dresses were prom worthy, the suits for the guys stiff and new. Shoes were shined, faces glowed as they proudly took their place in the first row, each young adult seated with his or her mentor and sponsor.

They performed their parts of the service admirably. The choir sang a special piece called Order My Steps. And then it was time for the ceremony. They rose from their pew and moved forward to the altar rail, nervous but somehow confident. The pastor read the vows, the group responding 'I do' and 'I will' as did the congregation, promising to oversee the spiritual growth of these brave people. Then each one kneeled to receive the pastor's prayer. The sponsor stood beside them, receiving a lighted candle from the pastor to remind them that they will continue to be God's light to their confirmand.

The pastor slipped a cross necklace about each one's neck. Hugs all around as we sang them welcome. It was a rite of passage. No longer would these people come forward for the children's sermon. No longer would they be excluded from communion. They have come of age, made their personal choice, been made a part of the fold. It was extremely touching. I do not often have opportunity to mark such milestones. I remember when I was 12 and stood before the church in Johnstown, reconfessing my own faith in Christ. Now I am in seminary, still learning about Him. I am touched by the continuity of faith, excited for these who are just beginning their journeys. I have to admit, a few tears slid down my face. This is a good thing.