The making of a cake
Ever since I was a child, I’ve thought there was something magical about baking a cake. Flour, butter, sugar, beaten eggs, a variety of fruit and nuts, all mixed together. And then, like magic, out of the oven comes a luscious creation that’s nothing like its raw ingredients, yet retains all their savours.
The Church is a similar confection.
The making of a Church
When working in Auckland, I’d sometimes go to St Pat’s cathedral for an early Sunday Mass. When turning to offer a sign of peace, I greeted people of every race and from every nation – white, black, and brown faces, a variety of tongues and dialects. What bound all these people together were shared beliefs and a common worship. Warm handshakes and smiles marked easy acceptance and respect.
When he reflected on how Jesus’s invitation to enter the new kingdom of God had spread to all people, St Paul marvelled, “For in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body – Jews or Greeks, slaves or free – and all were made to drink of the one Spirit” (1 Cor 12.13).
Those who enter the Church bring so much that is unique to them – their customs, language and family traditions. They also embrace a wider history and culture, one shaped by saints and scholars, martyrs and mystics, mothers and fathers of Christian families.
Father Neil Vaney
This writing is based on the content of ‘What Catholics Believe’, Booklet 1, ‘Life Of Faith’ referencing pages 17 – 18. Should you like to read more just click either of the links below to download ‘Booklet 1’ or the complete set of ‘What Catholics Believe’.