I am officially being received into the Episcopal Church during tomorrow night's Easter Vigil.
Where did Lent go? For that matter, where did the beginning of the year go? I can't believe it's almost Easter.
Alas, that's one of the downsides of being a grad student. I fully meant to read the Book of Common Prayer (BCP, and that does not stand for "birth control pill") and read the accompanying book that explains the history of each part of it during Lent, but it didn't take too long for me to supplant reading it on the bus with homework, instead.
I also meant to read it before bed--but that was replaced with homework up to the last minute, shower, and then falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
It's the same way I meant to blog more, but hello, homework. Also, hello new job. I was promoted at work not long ago, and this new position keeps me incredibly busy, so I rarely have downtime at work anymore. I like being busy. But I go home exhausted, and it makes it hard to study, let alone train for the marathon.
Okay, I've got my excuses out of the way now.
How do I feel about reaching this point in my faith journey? It's hard to say. It feels rather anticlimatic. It was what I needed to do. Also, becoming Episcopalian is hardly that big of a change. The Episcopal Church is the via media, the middle way, between Catholicism and Protestantism. As I told someone on Facebook, I still feel Catholic. I'm just not Roman Catholic anymore.
I do feel a little bit sad. It's sad when you end any relationships, even when it's clear it wasn't working out. To end the relationship with my church of second baptism...well, there's definitely a bit of sorrow. (And yes, I did say second baptism. I was baptized as an ELCA Lutheran as a baby, but then my parents thought that wasn't good enough, and baptized me Catholic when I was 2. I asked the pastors if they wanted to baptize me a third time just to make sure, and they thought I was good to go, ha.)
I am happy, too. It's nice to be part of a family that welcomes you even if you disagree--no matter how big the disagreement, or how small. It's nice to be part of a family that doesn't judge you. You won't hear the phrase "cafeteria Episcopalian" uttered except in jest. It's nice to go to church and not be afraid that intolerance, disguised as doctrine, might be printed in the bulletin or talked about during the homily. It's nice to be part of a church that gives you latitude to question, to discern, to grow spiritually, while giving guidance that doesn't hinder growth.
That's not to say there aren't faults in the Episcopal Church. I know full well that I am joining a family that has its own drama (Archbishop of Canterbury, anyone?), its own errors, and I am fine with it.
So, yes, I am looking forward to tomorrow night.
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