June 16 seems to strike a chord in me. After birthdays, baptisms are something we should celebrate regularly. On June 16 my parents and godparents took me to this font in the heart of San Francisco’s downtown which sine then has developed into a multicultural consumer area and Saint Patrick’s Church remains standing as a pillar of faith and history in one of the world’s most beautiful cities.
Infant baptism is a reminder that belonging to Jesus is a pure gift from God. He chooses us to belong to him long before we can fully know him and love him. Baptism is our second birthday, the moment when we became a child of God through words and symbols.
It has been a while since I have paid a visit to Saint Patrick Church at the heart of San Francisco. Once an Irish parish, its marble pillars and stained glass windows which speak of the Irish saints, this filipino parish remains vibrant in the midst of a culturally diverse city. It is the parish of my grandmother, my parent’s marriage, and the place where heaven began for me.