47 years ago today, a six week-old me (along with my six week-old but three minutes younger twin sister) was taken to the church of St. Pius X in Cherry Hill, NJ and received the greatest gift I have ever been given.
I have long wondered why they waited so long to baptize me. Turns out that in the immediate years, following the Council the Church was really screwed up. There was apparently a general sense that baptisms should not take place during Advent. It could also have been that my mother at the age of 40 had just given birth to her 14th and 15th children, having had a cesarean section for the first time.
Regardless of all that, we were on that day, plucked from the grave of sin and given true life in Our Lord Jesus Christ.
God be praised indeed!
Also of note that day, Super Bowl XII was played. The Dallas Cowboys defeated the Denver Broncos 27-10.
I celebrated this great anniversary – better indeed, than my actual birthday – by going to Mass with my son and then enjoying a lovely breakfast with him and my mother-in-law.
Non Veni Mark had a post up a couple of days ago, talking about the need for each of us to know the day on which we were baptized and to celebrate it. Much thanks to him for the reminder. If you are not already doing so, please check out his page.
Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad 