The baby who came from me, from my body.
Even my own baptism was something rather passing to me. (When I say conversion is ongoing, I’m speaking from personal experience.)
All my sins were wiped away in one swell sacrament…but I didn’t really appreciate the importance of it until I held the sevenish pounds of tiny child over the baptismal font in the church where I had received the sacrament myself, where I had been married, where I had hidden in the back pew arguing and sobbing and wrestling interiorly.
I’ve done this three times, and each time, it’s different, unexpected, new.
“Through baptism,” writes Paprocki in this week’s chapter for our Lawn Chair Catechism at CatholicMom.com, “we are joined to one another in a profound and intimate way. We sometimes refer to people who are very close to one another as ‘joined at the hip.’ As members of the Body of Christ, we are joined to one another and to Christ at the heart, mind, and soul. We are in union with one another and with Christ.”
It’s the gateway sacrament. It can lead us in.
And we need that. We are more than just bodies.
We are not physical beings in search of a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a physical experience in this life. Spirituality simply refers to our participation in the divine life.
Which opens the door to the discussion of spirituality.
Hint: it’s not just a feel-good sort of thing. I dare to suggest, in fact, that it’s not much of a feeling at all.
The key to a deeper spirituality is not necessarily spending more time in church or in church-related activities. Although the Church does rely on people generously sharing their time, talent, and treasure, we do these things not to become more spiritual, but in response to the realization that we are blessed to share in the divine life.