Baptism

Today is the Anniversary of my Baptism into the Catholic Church.  It came about four weeks after I was born, and was at St. Frances of Rome Church in the Bronx.  Though I drifted off now and again, I am thankful that I am a Catholic.  It gives meaning to my life.  If the Catholic Church were perfect it would not want me.  I am always a work in progress, trudgingly slow much of the time.  I like the use of created things to express the spiritual.  Oil, water, candles, incense, bread, wine, and the physical actions that give expression to what we are doing in our worship.  We wear certain clothes at certain times to express what we are doing.  Things express meanings of the heart.   And when I mess up, backslide, I know that I am still loved, if not by me, but by my God, who died on a cross to show me love.  “Come to me all you who find life burdensome, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon yourself and learn from me for I am gentle and humble of heart.”  Jesus said that.