Do you know the date of your baptism? I looked mine up about ten years ago, many years after I had begun gently scolding people for not celebrating their baptism day. I was delighted to find my old baptismal certificate, a copy of which has ever since hung above my desk. I was baptized by one Rev. Fr. J. McCormick at Star of the Sea parish in the Bronx. Fr. J. McCormick became an auxiliary bishop in New York, and I became a pastor at Star of the Sea parish, but on the other coast.
My homework assignment to all of you is to find your baptismal certificate, or call you mother (I called mine today and thanked her for having me baptized). Find out where and when and by whom you were baptized, and who were your godparents. After I write this laptop, I’m going to email my still-living godfather, Dr. Peter Curran in Queens, and say an Ave for my deceased godmother Lillian, who is buried in the Bronx.
It’s a new year, and indeed Jesus Christ makes all things new, at every moment. He made me new in the waters of baptism 53 years ago, and he made you new at a certain time and place as well. Let the old year move aside, and let the ever-new, eternally-young Jesus Christ sweep us up with him to our journey’s end, the splendor of eternal life.