Every once in a while, there's a magic moment that puts you in your place; makes you stop and think a little about purpose, about people and about civilization in general. There's a teenage boy at church, he lives his life on what is commonly referred to these days as "the spectrum".
Somewhere along the way, he made a decision that it was time to be confirmed and this past year, like the other confirmands at church, he spent a couple of hours every other week being mentored and preparing for what it mans to be "confirmed".
While the official confirmation ceremony took place yesterday, among a larger sub-diocesan group, today at our church, we celebrated our confirmands, including Gabriel.
Each of them had to come up, read a piece of scripture that moved them and tell why they chose it; this was their chance to serve as "teachers". When it was Gabriel's turn, that's when the magic happened.
The thing is, there is no way words can describe that moment. It was clearly not a simple task for Gabriel but there was a determination in his spirit and support from those around him and he just found a way not only to make it happen, but to create a moment of human interaction that not only taught all of us something, it downright brought us all to tears - it was just that powerful.
As I wiped the tears from my face, as so many of us in church that witnessed this moment did, we all knew that we were witness to something magical.