Friday, November 28, 2014
God is Good.
She's been asking questions a lot lately-and honestly, I am confused on how to respond. What do I believe?
I was "raised" Catholic. Meaning, we went to church every Sunday. Translation - I got dressed up and messed with my sister for an hour while sucking on a lifesaver waiting for breakfast (we typically weren't allowed to eat till after mass.)
I went through communion, but was never confirmed. I did go through confirmation, but when I asked questions about abortion, the church called my parents and explained I had to go through the process again...and well, I never went back to church school, nor did I get confirmed.
Fast forward years later.... and my husband and I decided to baptize our girl Episcopalian at 6 months; part because my husband is "1/2" Episcopalian, it seems the religion is Catholic "light" (same familiar prayers), and the church in the town he grew up seemed pretty cool. Plus, it just felt like the right thing to do. So my MIL made an adorable Christening gown, bonnet, and booties, we ordered a cake, chose God Parents, and had a special moment on Father's Day 2010.
But what was next?
Today on a road trip to Oregon, our girl asked "Mommy, who is God?" and "Who is Jesus?"
Well, "....Baby, God is this really cool guy who created Earth and Jesus is his son." My husband, which mind you never attended Church as much as I have but did study theology at Fordham, started telling our girl this amazing, beautiful story about this world created by God and the son of God and how he was magical.
I was taken aback. Here was this beautiful explanation of it all. Something that made sense to me in a simple pure way - and it felt right. Something I never heard him say out loud, heck, never heard stated by anyone like this, but knew that maybe finding a Episcopalian church for us might be the right thing to do..and soon.
and what did our Daughter say?
"So how long till we get to Oregon Mommy?"
And that was the end of the questioning. Made me think, maybe this big decision to go to mass wasn't that big after all. Maybe it was just an easy decision for our family - as simple as a long road trip with the three of us figuring out our way-and how long it was going to take us to get there.