Sunday, April 24, 2011
Too Long, Too Late
Two years. That's how long the preparations took. Weekly indoctrinations by dedicated volunteers, regular readings, self-discovery, the list goes on. Two years can be a burden for some. As expected, a number from his batch dropped out.
Those left standing were deemed true to their intentions. And last night, all, including my life partner, were reborn of water and the Word. It is inspiring to see them heed His call and embrace the faith. I was simply born into it.
The narcissistic in me wanted to take the credit, insinuating my partner was influenced by the virtues and values that I demonstrated in our relationship. But I, an example of selfishness and pride, knew better.
I watched him quietly. Eyes closed, deep in prayer, awash with emotion, thankful. I had a fleeting recognition of myself from a distant past. I smiled sadly. I can't remember the last time I truly experienced Him. It's been too long, and maybe too late.
With the sign of the cross, my mid-aged husband opened his eyes and beamed at me. I smiled. It is never too late. Perhaps I too can still be reborn in my faith.
Happy Easter to all.
photo from here