First Communion

Yesterday I joined with my friend Theresa in celebrating her daughter Abbey's first communion. I am not Catholic and was unaware of what a big deal this was, but since I attended her baptism, as a baby, I could not miss this milestone in her life. There they all were, girls dressed in white dresses and veils, like a little bride, and boys in their black suits, they all looked so beautiful and handsome, and their parents full of joy and pride as their child takes this next step. 

Prior to Mass beginning I spent, what seems like forever, in the sanctuary, where several ladies in the church did the Prayers of the Rosary out loud. I never realized that the Rosary served the purpose of keeping them on track as to what prayer they would pray and what order. I was fascinated by the memorization, that was ALOT to remember. As I sat there my mind wondered, considering all the practices and rituals of different religions,  There are many things I admire of religions that are different than my own; the rituals of the Catholics, the door to door witnessing of the Mormons, and the scheduled prayer times of the Muslims. I realize that so much has changed regarding religions around the world especially after the death and resurrection of Jesus. 

Growing up I remember a pastor telling us that in heaven there will not be religious segregation, no signs that point the Catholics this way, Baptist this way, Pentecostal this way, etc., etc.. It will all come down to Believers or Non-Believers.

Religious separation has to be one of the most divisive tools ever forged by man. Our beliefs should unite us, and it would if not for the twist that man has put on it. If you tore away all the additions to this religion or that religion we would see the commonality of our faith in most. What religion are you should never be the question.

Anyway, it was a wonderful celebration for Abbey and her family and I was honored to be a part of it.