Well, motherhood does all kinds of strange things to you and one possible side-effect is an outpouring of spirituality that needs to find a home. Danny and I found this church when I was still pregnant, and at the time I was doing it for my as yet unborn baby, but somewhere along the way I found something in it for myself as well. So after a year and a half of soul-searching, six or seven months of giving up two of my precious few week-day hours with my husband each week, a bunch of rehearsals, and a week where I went to God's house nine times in six days and went to a Passover Seder put on by my godmother (who just happens to be Tuesday-now-Thursday Mom!) on my one day off, I have arrived. Here I am, on the doorstep of Catholicism. And they're letting me in!
One of the great side-benefits of things like weddings and graduations and (it turns out) baptisms is that you have an excuse to make everyone who loves you gather together at the same time. So you get to see your godmother chatting with your mother-in-law and your sister catching up with your son's godmother and your godmother's husband (who you might think would be your godfather but you would be wrong) fawning over your niece and your nephews terrorizing your cat. Actually you probably don't need to bother getting baptized for that last part. But it was a wonderful chaotic joyful time. Just how I wanted it.
3 comments:
So sorry about the terrorization of the cat. SOOO happy to catch up with son's Godmother again. Seriously so glad "they let you in". I loved this post. How did the picture of the Godmothers turn out? I want to see!
Almost a week has gone by already, since the big event. I have to say, that baptism was one of a kind, and I've never seen anything like it. So glad I could see it in person rather than just read about it. Your church community is indeed an amazing group, and you are so fortunate to have discovered them. And thanks for persisting with the group shot -- it definitely is worth it to have the moment recorded.
I sat next to a guy on the plane today, and he had to ask me, "are you a Christian?" Since he started the conversation I grilled him a little bit about why he thought some churches thought they had the right to say who would be going to Heaven and who wouldn't - aren't we all made in the image of God, and weren't we all forgiven when Jesus died - aren't we all equal in the eyes of God? He paused, looked at me, and said, "you're quite liberal, aren't you?" He's an older gentleman from Texas. I'm a young woman from Minnesota. You can imagine how polar opposite we were. How did the plane not explode?
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