I knew that my first prayer as a Catholic would be an interior one, and I hoped that it would be something beautiful, something profound, something almost, note that I say almost, good enough for this wonderful event.
That, however, is not what happened. My first prayer as
a Catholic was neither beautiful nor profound.
My sponsor was a young woman, just a few years older than me, who lived in the same building. Because she was a bit nervous, she chomped on bubble gum during the rites. I don't think Fr. Conroy was impressed.
And so, this is what I prayed inwardly as the water was poured over my head:
"Please, Lord, don't let her pop a bubble!"
