I love Confirmation Sunday. To much discipleship happens slowly and organically without the nodal moments in time when we are called to make vows and decisions in the presence of the worshiping church. The danger of Confirmation Sunday is that it can be a family ritual and a time of performance. In the midwest, Confirmation was a big deal. The Jr. High youth group events were significantly smaller than confirmation classes. Families would show up in the fall of their children's 7th grade year and be nominally involved for two years and vanish over the summer after Confirmation. Sincere eighth graders would vow their commitment to Jesus Christ and dedication to discipleship, only to vanish from the church until they showed up years later with fiances in tow asking me to officiate at their weddings.
California's low-church culture means smaller classes and a higher sense of accountability and purposefulness. In the afternoon on Sunday we will gather at the ocean for baptism by immersion. Most of the students here were dedicated as infants, postponing baptism for their adult choice, while the majority in the midwest were baptized as infants, waiting for their confirmation as adults of their parents' baptismal vows.
So the center of worship on Sunday is not the story of the text (II Corinthians 6:1-13) but the kneeler for vows and the table for the sacrament.