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A confirmed time of joy

Easter Eve, the evening of the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, is a time of waiting, a time of joyous anticipation of the Sunday that is to come, of the message of hope, love and light that Easter brings.

For two members of our parish this Easter Eve was particularly special. Lymara Procter and Peter Davies were confirmed with 16 others from the Diocese of Guildford at a service in Guildford Cathedral.

It was, as Peter said afterwards, a wonderful evening, when Peter and Lymara affirmed their faith in God, confirming the promises made at their baptisms, and committing themselves to following Jesus Christ.

Both Bishop Jo, Bishop of Dorking, and Bishop Andrew, Bishop of Guildford, led the service and it was Bishop Andrew who confirmed Peter and Lymara, saying to each that God had called them by name and laying his hands on their heads asking God to confirm them with the Holy Spirit. Then all the candidates were greeted with applause and the words, said by the whole congregation: “We welcome you in the fellowship of faith; we are children of the same heavenly Father; we welcome you”.

It was a service of welcome, of joy, of sharing (we all shared communion after the confirmation), and of expectation – expectation of the hope of Easter and of the continuing journey that Peter, Lymara and all of us will take as we seek to follow Jesus Christ.

Anyone who would like to find out about confirmation should contact Alan or Lesley Crawley on 01252 820537 or revd.lesley@badshotleaandhale.org or revd.alan@badshotleaandhale.org

Pictured above are Alan Crawley, Bishop Andrew, Lymara Procter, Peter Davies and Lesley Crawley.

My Confirmation

So the day had finally arrived and my nerves were all over the place.

All I kept thinking was, what if I say or do the wrong thing, I’m about to do one of the biggest  and scariest things of my life and all in front of a bishop !

Once I arrived in church I thankfully found I wasn’t the only one who had sweating palms.

I looked around and thought how beautiful the church looked and it reminded me of my wedding day which put me at ease .

Finally bishop Andrew arrived and was so friendly . He asked me to have a chat to him about why I felt I wanted to be confirmed .

I told him that I had attended various churches on and off over the years but that now felt like the right time to make my commitment to the church and go on one of the biggest journeys of my life .

Everyone started arriving and I started feeling the excitement for what was about to happen.

The service was lovely and so great to have all my family there to join me on such a special day.

I don’t have any regrets about my choice and both Alan, Lesley and Lesley Shatwell and everyone who attended have helped me to make my day a very special one .

Natalie Fairweather

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Random thoughts about Confirmation

I’d like to say that this was a moment of deep significance for me after a slow acceptance of the coincidence of my own thoughts and the Christian practice I’ve found in this parish.

I’d like to say it, but it wouldn’t be true. I suspect I’m not alone in thinking that the significance of this event only comes later and that, in time, I may look back and point to it as a significant milestone in my life.

It’s probably futile to rationalise my reasons for being confirmed. On the facetious side, I’ve been “Lesley’d”. Under the combined onslaught from both my wife and our Rector I was surely going to succumb.

Somewhat more seriously, Karen Armstrong makes the point that religion is not something that people thought, but something they did . Ritual is an essential part, giving a pathway to a deeper, albeit personal and probably incommunicable, understanding. I’ve received a blessing at communion for a couple of years now. It’s been increasingly important to me, but I’ve been aware that it was not the full ritual and felt it was time to take the next step.

However, getting back to thoughts about the actual event. There were the profound and, of course, the ridiculous, probably mildly sacrilegious ones.

On the profound side, the things I found deeply moving were the support given by members of the parish I’ve come to know in recent years. To see Tia, Kate and Tom there (and their parents) was very special and something to cherish. This isn’t to minimise the feeling of acceptance into the community from all members of the congregation. It felt a bit like coming home after a long absence.

The Bishop wanted a few personal words with us beforehand. We had a chat about why we were there, and then he prayed for us. I don’t know what is was like for the other participants, but I felt he was trying to make a very special effort with me. At times, there seemed to be almost a note of desperation in his voice! (You can make up your own mind about the profundity or otherwise of this comment.)

During the actual service, I was slightly concerned about where I should be at any particular time! I was playing in the band, reading from Paul’s letter to the Ephesians (hadn’t full stops been invented when he wrote his letters?) and being “done”. Then there was the actual moment of Communion. I didn’t spill the wine, or grab it from the hands (relief).

However, I did find the incredibly dry wafer stuck like epoxy resin to my tongue and I was slightly preoccupied in trying to remove it without sticking my finger in my mouth. Probably not the sentiment one should have at this auspicious occasion, but let’s tell it like it was.

Finally, we were given candles and were led out to the narthex. End of ceremony, lots of photographs to be embarrassed about at a later time, and cakes and wine. At this point I apparently managed to embarrass (wife) Lesley by pointing out that the Bishop’s crook wasn’t much good for sheep or people but probably alright for smiting – definitely an Old Testament sort of implement.

Still, I’ve been done. Let’s see how we go from here.

Bob

My Confirmation, A Family Affair

If some one had told me five years ago that I would be sat in St.Georges Church on a bitterly cold Sunday evening in January waiting for my confirmation service to begin, I would not have believed them. So, how and why was I there?

As is normal for me, it is a very complicated story which has spanned my entire life so far. About four years ago a life changing event occurred which literally whipped the rug from under my feet. I was catapulted into a state of utter hurt,confusion and shock and was left wondering what my whole life, as far back as I could remember, had been for.The only person who I could turn to who would understand all of this was my long suffering husband. At this time I was not a regular church attender.

But around this time my elder daughter, son-in-law and grandson began attending services at St.Georges, soon to be followed by my younger daughter and granddaughter. I then began to feel that I wanted to be with them at church so I started to go to be with them.

So what did I find? I found a welcoming, friendly, non-judgemental congregation in a calm and reflective environment, the effect of which initially led me to me crying throughout most of the service. I thought this was me being just stupid so stopped going for few a months.

Then something made me want to try again. Fortunately, over time, the tears grew less and less, but I still have the odd relapse! I slowly realised that going to church was actually helping me and suddenly, as if a light had been switched on, I realised that I would like to be confirmed.

I had been to Guildford Cathedral on several occasions to witness baptism and confirmations of my family and friends. Each time the Cathedral was packed with candidates and congregation so i foolishly thought, “safety in numbers”. As I later found out, it was not to be.

In preparation for confirmation, off I trundled with my husband in tow, to the Rectory for my six or so weekly sessions of questioning faith. I found a really lovely group of people who were and still are of great help and support. I also found out that the actual service was being held at St. Georges and that there were just four candidates.

The day of the service arrived and I was well and truly in the spotlight not hiding in the Cathedral throng or from the Bishop!
There then followed a wonderful service with joyful music, hymns and singing by the Family band and the combined choirs of St.Georges and St. Johns.
It was a truly “family affair”, with my two daughters and my son-in-law among the congregation with my friends. My grandson Tom and granddaughter Jessie were the Acolytes and also sang in the choir with my Husband. Just a small family joining the bigger family of the church.

I would like to thank everybody for a wonderful evening.