For the majority of us,
baptism was not something we chose for ourselves. Rather, our parents chose it
for us shortly after we were born. At the time of my baptism, Latin was the
language used for the ritual, and it was just as well, for within the old ritual
of baptism, the priest actually performed an exorcism on the baby being
baptized. Imagine how freaked out parents would have been had they understood
that the priest was exorcising the devil out of their little baby. While the
ritual has evolved and the language changed, the one thing that has not changed
is the promise the parents make to raise their children to love God with all
their heart, soul, and strength, and to love their neighbor as themselves. I
remember when Ruthie and I were asked whether we clearly understood what this
meant at the baptism of our first child, we answered a very confident and
resounding, “Yes!” By the time our fourth child was born, we answered the same
question with a humble, “huh-huh.” At the time he was baptized in the Jordan,
Jesus opened a gateway to heaven for those who choose it, but it requires us to
live a life in which God matters the most and to love our neighbor as
ourselves. This not for the weak of heart for it flies in the face of human
experience in which others place themselves first before God and others. As
Norm, on the TV Comedy, Cheers, once explained, “It’s a dog eat dog world, and
I am wearing milk bone underwear.” St Paul writes that while baptism frees us
from this sub-human curse of Original Sin, the tendency remains and we must
choose to live out our love for God and neighbor daily in our lives.
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