Have you been confirmed since then?
I haven’t been
Catholic since then. Or to be precise, not for the past 28 years or thereabouts. Long story and probably a distraction form this thread.
OutinChgoburbs:
Because since the 31plus years since you were baptized, RCIA has been in effect.
So the rules changed somewhere along the line? So far as ‘RCIA’ is concerned, I was catechized from
The New Baltimore Catechism for about 9 months or so.
Funny story about that: I had more or less covertly been getting lessons through the mail from the Knights of Columbus when I made up my mind to meet with a priest. I made an appointment with him, he gave me the Baltimore Catechism and asked me to get permission from my Mom to teach me. (Remember–I was 16-and-a-half at this point).
So I had to tell my Mom what was going on, something I had been putting off. She wasn’t surprised, had seen the KofC stuff in the mail, and her only concern was that her parents, my grandparents, would take it badly. So she met me after school one day and we drive down to the little office where the priest was at.
We walk in and the first thing she sees is a statue, which she gives a very hard look at, as if it were a savage animal that she was trying to keep at bay. The priest walks around the corner and Mom holds out her hand and says,
“Hi, I’m Carolyn; I don’t know what to call you”. (She’d seen priests before but I can only assume this was the first one she’d ever spoken to).
The priest answers, “I’m Father XXXXX”.
Mom says, “You’re not
my father–
my dad is going to be absolutely sick over all of this”.
The priest was obviously taken aback, and then recovered and said something like, “You can call me Reverend XXXXX . . . . Umm . . . Your son is wanting to study about the Catholic faith. May I have your permission to let him do this?”
Mom looked at me and then at the priest and said “He’s man enough to join the Army . . . " (I’d just enlisted via the Delayed Entry Program, which high school boys could do at 16-and-a-half, contingent on their successful graduation from high school). " . . . He’s man enough to pick a church. Do you need me to sign something?” Then they chitchatted for less than a minute, and Mom and I walked out. She glowered at the statue again, still not certain it wouldn’t ambush us I suppose.
I expected a miserable ride home, but oddly enough Mom liked the priest and said something like “He looked just like Catholics look in the movies”.
Anyhow, based on that conversation, the priest treated this as if I were an adult making a decision to join the Church. I would have been 17 when baptised. It was a somewhat unusual situation given my age I was somewhere between being an adult and not being an adult and no one quite knew where to fit me in.
When I was baptised, the priest indicated that I would have to be Catholic for a minimum of a year before the Bishop could confirm me, but that since I was received as an ‘adult’, I could receive communion and confession. I had already enlisted in the Army at that point, via the Delayed Entry Program, and it happened that the visit of the Bishop and my 1-year anniversary coincided with my time in Basic Training. By the time I spent three years in Europe, with Catholic military chaplains who were liberal beyond anything I had seen, I had ceased being Roman Catholic. So I never got around to getting confirmed.