Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Orignal Sin

I like baptisms. I am glad I was baptised as an infant. It gives me a secure feeling. Even though I've made all my other sacraments, baptism ensures that I have that indelible mark as a Catholic, as a Christian, as belonging to
God. If I wasn't baptised, I would feel like I was driving through life without my seatbelt on. How does it feel to not be baptised and not be any other religon? How do you just not belong to anything? Baptism is the joy.

The judgment is the original sin part. Sure, baptism washes it away, but the baby hasn't committed any sin. You're born, and you already have sin that needs to be eradicated. That's just not psychologically healthy. Adam and Eve messed up, not baby Taylor, not baby Elizabeth, not baby Annie, not baby Jimmy. The Church says it's a mystery, but I thinks that's just a cop-out statement. Now wonder they say Catholics perfected guilt: you're born, you take your first breath and already SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOUR BEING that needs to be corrected. Church fathers, let's get rid of the original sin. The concept is not healthy. There's no original sin. I reject the very concept.

Sunday, April 25, 2010


Attended Mass at a different parish today due to logistics with the baptism. The church is round and the interior is brick with every third brick or so being a colored glass brick. The colored glass bricks were lit from behind, so it had the look of stain glass, but it wasn't. Well, after a while I expected the church to start spinning around and then lift off for its home planet.

There were four babies and one little girl being baptized, and all the
little siblings and cousins were very well behaved. Families and their children remained quiet in their pews when another baby and family were up at the Baptism fount. Everyone was actually respectful and clapped after each family completed the baptismal rite. This multi-children baptismal was refreshing because I’ve attended many baptisms where children ran around like crazy dogs and the adults chattered among their selves with no regard to the holiness of the event. I was impressed.

Full of Energy

Good Morning,

As so often is the case, it's Sunday morning, and I don't want to go to church. I am fully of energy and have the desire to clean, color, take a walk, write a letter, write an essay, hang up my clothes, wash dishes, scrapbook, dance and do stretching exercises. Oh yeah, eat breakfast too.

This is the most energetic part of my day. If I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it in the morning. But now I am under the pressure of the clock. There's Mass today plus a baptism I've been invited to. After the baptism is the reception. I wish the reception was now because I am hungry. My elderly parent called me at 8:00 am to tell me about our schedule. Dad can't drive, so I'm responsible for getting him to church and to the Baptism. He was invited too. You would hardly know that I am an adult.

Responsibilities are calling me.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

My Friends and Their Politics

My Catholic friends are politically diverse, and I find that interesting. I'm speaking of my practicing Catholic friends, those I've met at church functions. These people I refer to as my church friends. I have other friends who happen to be Catholic.

Some of my church friends take the Social Justice Road of Catholicism, vote Democrat, and march in immigrant rights parade.

Some of my church friends take the Conservative Pro-Life Republican Road. Of course one can be pro-life and a Democrat.