Thursday, November 8, 2007

2-For-1 Baptism Special


It was the two little sisters who lived down the street from me as a kid that scared me away from church. They used to torment me that I was “going to hell” because I wasn’t baptized and a regular churchgoer like them.

The experience left such a bad taste in my mouth that I can still remember their names and faces more than 25 years later – and believe me – my memory isn’t one of my strong suits.

I couldn’t understand why these little pig-tailed blonde girls – who should have been playing carelessly with me in the park like the rest of the kids our age – had such strong convictions about religion when they weren’t even old enough to be left at home alone.

We used to call their dad ‘Mr. Clean’ because he was constantly washing his driveway with the garden hose. Looking back now I can see the irony – was he trying to wash to wash away the sins of the family? If only I had that comeback as a seven-year-old girl.

My parents decided not to baptize me as a baby because my father was Catholic and my mother Protestant. They thought it would be a good idea to let me decide for myself which religion I wanted to embrace when I was old enough.

In the mean time, I definitely felt different than all the other kids who had water poured over them. In fact, it wasn’t until my adult years that I actually met a handle of people who, like me, hadn’t been officially welcomed into the church.

I remember feeling confused when serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer was baptized in jail before he was killed. Did that mean that a man who murdered 17 people and kept their remains in the fridge was now going to heaven while I would suffer a less kind fate?

The issue of baptism came up again after the birth of my son. Like my father, my husband’s family is Catholic and baptizing their grandson was a given. I struggled for a long time over what to do. If I wasn’t baptized, why was it important for me to baptize my son?

In the end I decided that this was something I wanted not only for my son, but for me as well. Call it the 2-for-1 baptism special. I’d always believed in a higher power and having my son only drove that point home for me. If ever there was a time to take the plunge, it was now.

While researching which church I wanted to baptize us in – I came across a statement on the Metropolitan United Church’s website that really struck a chord. “Baptism is not a requirement for God’s love. We believe people who die without baptism are in no way condemned, lost or damned.” Take that neighbour girls!

I had always felt good about the United Church’s openness towards women, same-sex couples and other religions. I’d also been married by a United Church minister two years before.

So on a sunny Sunday morning this month I held my four-month-old son in front of the congregation of family and friends and was baptized alongside him. As the minister poured water on our heads and anointed us with oil – I felt overcome with emotion. Whatever life held for us – we were in it together.

And it turns out I’m in good company. Auzzie actor Russell Crowe recently told Men’s Journal magazine that he plans to be baptized at the age of 43. “I started thinking recently, if I believe it is important to baptize my kids why not me?” he said of his sons 3 and 1. “There is something much bigger that drives us all. I’m willing to take that leap of faith.”

I couldn’t have said it better mate!

Friday, November 2, 2007

My good luck charm


I’ve spent years bemoaning that I ‘never win anything.’

While my friends have won everything from concert tickets to a trip to France, I couldn’t even get a $5 payback on my numerous Cash for Life tickets.

My losing streak even seemed contagious. One year at an office Christmas dinner a co-worker who was sitting beside me had her number drawn for an expensive computer scanner but lost it because she was in the washroom at the time of the draw. I couldn’t help but think it was her sheer proximity to me that caused that unlucky turn of fate.

It wasn’t until I became pregnant with my son, Nate, that my luck started to turn. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but now I know he really is my good luck charm.

When I was three months pregnant I bought three tickets to the Toronto Sun’s annual holiday draw. I felt good about the ticket price going towards charity but never thought for a moment I would actually win any of the prizes. I’d long given up on that.

Later that week I got a voicemail breaking the good news. Not only had one of my tickets been pulled, but two – landing me a $100 gift certificate AND theatre tickets.

A few months later I was at a friend’s wedding, sitting there feeling sorry for myself as the only sober one in the room when the DJ announced the contest for the centrepieces. The rules seemed fairly simple – he’d flip a coin – if it were heads those sitting stayed in the game – tails those standing kept on playing. Toss after toss, I kept on winning. Guest after guest kept dropping out until it was only me and my good-luck-charm-in-the-womb left in a room full of 200 people.

After my son was born we attended our first ‘Movies for Mommies’ matinee. On our way in we filled out a ballot for the door prize, a baby photo shoot. The organizer had no sooner called out “Nate and Jackie” in the theatre full of moms and babies that I was up to pick up our prize - this was becoming routine now!

But things got really exciting when the luck moved into the celebrity realm, where I’ve always had a less-than-healthy obsession.

When my little boy wonder was only three months old I left him to attend a film fest party where I found myself side-by-side my long-time Hollywood crush, Matt Damon. No coincidence, because a month later - the only time that I’d ventured out past dark since - I found myself sitting directly beside Justin Timberlake at a Yorkville restaurant. For someone who’d listened to Sexy Back her entire pregnancy and danced among pre-teen girls at one of his concerts, this was nothing short of a miracle. And it was at this point that my husband finally conceded our son yielded special powers.

Now I’m just waiting for our Super 7 win.