I am currently a postulant for the Capuchin Franciscans in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Perhaps the happiest day of my life was at the
Easter Vigil in 1999 when I converted to Catholicism. It was also one of the
most humbling.
After I was baptized, received holy Communion, and was
confirmed, I was so full of joy that I literally could not stop smiling. Having
never experienced joy like this before, I was blown away. Following the Mass
there was a reception for all of us catechumens and our families and friends. We
had a little party and then it was time to go home.
As happy as I was, on the ride home I began to feel truly
repentant. I had never felt this way before. I recalled that as I was going
through RCIA the priest, Father Whalen, told me that I would not have to go to
confession. Boy, was I relieved. I had never gone to confession before and it
scared me.
When I finally felt the desire to go to confession for the
first time, I was at the Franciscan University of Steubenville for a young adult
conference. It was my second time there but my first time as a Catholic. I was
scared because I had never told anyone about the dark things in my soul. It was
time to be accountable, and it was difficult.
I held my breath and walked (practically without looking) under
the tent that was used as a makeshift confessional. I sat down in the chair and
told the priest my sins. After I was done, and as he gave me absolution, I felt
an incredible peace hovering around me that was affecting me in an indescribable
way. It was very powerful and very peaceful. It was as if I could literally feel
God working inside me. It seemed as if He was a
I assumed that God would move like that at my next confession,
and when He didn’t, I was disappointed. But, looking back on it, I now realize
God is not a showman performing parlor tricks. He is our living God and always
does what is best for our souls.