The picture that says all there is to say…
Today my Father became (or was affirmed – he was conditionally baptised) Catholic. Not unnoticed is the fact that this is Divine Mercy Sunday. What a beautiful day to profess a belief in God, and an allegiance to His holy, Catholic church!
I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted my Dad to acknowledge God’s existance…well, actually I can, all my life up to this point, that’s 38 years to be exact. All these years, all the years of my fathers life, my Heavenly father has been beconning Dad to him and now he’s finally responded to that call. He’s opened the door of his heart to the Lord and my heart bursts with joy!
I can’t help but use so many exclamation points in this post, every sentence is a ‘WOW’ for me!
Just like that.
There are no coincidences where God is concerned, only God-incidences, so it was immensely appropriate (almost overwhelming actually) that the Gospel reading was about Thomas’ doubting of the risen Lord.
My mother and father, as many of you may know, used to argue about God quite a lot when I was growing up and I can still hear Mum now, as she used to say to my Dad – in response to his declaring that God was a nonsense…
“you’re a doubting Thomas you are,I bet if Jesus stood in our kitchen right this minute you still wouldn’t believe it was Him, would you??”
Then invariably she would cry.
While Dad would look rather self satisfied at rattling mum’s cage. The air would be so thick after such exchanges that you couldn’t have cut through it with a scalpel.
But gone are those days!
So, my Dad is Catholic.
We need to sit in a longer pew henceforth 🙂
Thanks be to God for that!
Here’s a few words from my Dad gave me to post on the blog, about/to you all…
“(Deb) I have just read your blog and I was overwhelmed at the kindness, thoughts and prayers of all of your friends. This will make my special day even more special. It makes me happy and gives me a warm feeling knowing that they are all thinking of me on Sunday I am a man of few words but I’d like to say a simple heartfelt ‘thank you’ to them all.”from Ukok’s Dad
Here are a few photo’s I took after Mass when Dad was conditionally baptised, confirming what was only presumed previously, that he may have been baptised as a baby.
Regrettably the digital camera ‘jammed’ as Fr.P was pouring the water over Dad’s head! Of all times for the camera to act up eh?
Here’s a picture of Dad making a profession of faith, prior to his baptism.
Now, you may notice that Dad is not being clothed in a white shawl at this point, this is because Fr. P originally said that as this was a conditional baptism, these othe rites would not be included, but when just prior to the baptism, he said it could have been included afterall. I had hoped we could use it because those of you who have read my story about becoming Catholic will know the significance of my baptism shawl (link at top of page) I had also hoped for Dad to use it but we’d not bought it to church as Fr had said a few weeks ago that we would not use it in the ceremony.
Anyhow, we skipped that bit and Dad was given his candle which my son, Wonderboy lit from the Easter candle. Wonderboy presented it to Grandad, but the camera started acting up again so I don’t have a shot of that either 😦
Here’s Dad with his baptism candle.
Pictured below, my parents and my children, a whole family of Catholics 🙂
My Dad feeding Wonderboy, we’d just been joking about how Wonderboy’s Dad still cut’s up his food for him when he visits, as if he is still a baby…so I think there’s a bit of fooling around going on in the above shot.
And as our dear friend Rosemary Bogdan remarked recently (on my fat post), there are a good many overweight Saints (and Doctors of the Church come to that!) . Good on you Rosemary for reminding me that while health is important, holiness is more so and being fat does not have to be the obstacle to holiness that we might imagine it to be 🙂
Hope you’ve enjoyed all the photo’s and especially Dad’s words of gratitude to you all.
Thank you for sharing in this family’s journey to Catholicism, some of you have been reading here since my own reception into the Catholic Church and have also *seen* my children become Catholic and then the conversion of my mother to Catholicism and now Dad.
People say that miracles don’t happen. I know they do. Some people just wear blinkers. My own family is a living, breathing miracle, a testament to God’s Grace and Mercy.
Great things happen when we open up the door of our hearts. Christ is waiting, always waiting, for our response.