On Baptism

This weekend at church, there was a baptism. Where once I regarded such events as a distraction from the mass and a way to make it last longer, I now view them as an essential and important element of our community. We Catholics profess to be the Body of Christ, and therefore we must welcome the administrative necessities of community. We must welcome new members...and we should be joyful when we have the opportunity. It is also good to show community support for parents and godparents who will be trying to raise a new child with love--despite the frustrations that child-rearing inevitably causes. But this baptism was more than just an important and necessary function of my Church. It had an intensely personal meaning for me.

I am often surprised by the power of the words of the liturgy. Of course they are intended that way: they are (hopefully) written by men and women with a great appreciation of the language. Certainly the presence of the Holy Spirit contributes. The words of the priest are stirring: "this white garment is symbolic of your Christian dignity, in the end may you bring it unstained before the judgement seat.. [and] may you walk always as a child of the light." Listening in Mass yesterday I was struck by the fact that those words were once said over me after the holy water was poured upon my forehead, and that the covenant then declared between me and the Catholic community binds me still. It was a call to arms--it was a call for me to participate fully in the Church militant, to reject Satan and the glamour of sin, to accept the truth of the Gospel message and the authority of the Church.

Baptisms reach out to us in a way that the Gospels and the Mass does not. Certainly they are not a more important sacrament or element in our faith, but they are another way of reminding us of our Christian duty. It is essentially a sacramental grace, and an opportunity to develop my spiritual life. It is certainly not an irritation.