Certificate of Debaptism
No, I don’t have one. Neither did I try and get one for myself. Nor do I intend to.
But I do remember hearing about such things a few years back. I read about how they came into being; from the desire of some people to break away from a religion they were forced into, from something they didn’t have a choice about. An expression of want of freedom.
I read about how it was some sort of fad that became popular enough to give the Church a certain amount of alarm. Not that much, obviously, because I don’t recall hearing about this in the local news. Actually, I don’t even remember how I came across them. Still, I did come across them.
It was a kind of fad, I guess. Another viral storm that hit the Internet. Mail order certificates.
At that time, all I could think about it was blasphemy. I couldn’t understand how people could openly disrespect the sacrament of baptism. I couldn’t understand how they could so blatantly disrespect God.
I didn’t have much knowledge about spiritual things back then. It was a matter of going through the motions, I suppose. Although, I should say, going to church wasn’t included in those motions I went with.
Now, I can only find it quite ironic how reading the Bible, that which is supposed to make one more religious, made me think that those people who wanted to do away with their baptism during infancy wasn’t so wrong.
After all, baptism is not a matter to be taken so lightly.
I have learnt that this sacrament is supposed to symbolise more than just being converted into a member of a particular religion. It’s supposed to mean that, if you get yourself baptised, you repent of all your sins, you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, and you accept God as your… Well, God.
Then, God’s Holy Spirit can enter your life and you will be blessed by its power in you.
Or so that’s what I’ve learnt. That is, baptism in Christianity. I’m not quite knowledgeable about the sacraments of other religions, so I can’t say anything much about them.
In any case, I don’t understand how an infant, usually only about a month old, is supposed to be able to do those things.
How can an infant repent of all sins? Whose only sin, so far, is being born? (According to the doctrine, the sin of Adam and Eve has been passed down through the generations and all are born with it.)
Is repentance, being sincerely and genuinely sorry about something you’ve done, anything a one-month old is capable of? Even if the sin of having been born is to be counted, can an infant truly feel sorry? An infant who can’t even walk on one’s own two feet yet, let alone, think for one’s own self?
Now, what about accepting Jesus as Lord and Savior? What about accepting God? How can one who is not yet even capable of basic faculties for survival possibly comprehend divine heavenly beings?
Now, there goes everything. Through the door. Out the window.
These questions are the reasons why I couldn’t believe in the manner of baptism of the Roman Catholic Church anymore. And any other church, for that matter. That is, any other church whose baptismal rites are performed in the same manner as the Catholic’s.
I went through this sacrament before I was even a month old. I didn’t know anything about it. I don’t remember anything about it. I only read about it later in my certificate. Which is exactly what makes it feel like there was no meaning to it.
I don’t exactly mean to campaign in support of certificates of debaptism.
But, really, any rational human being should be capable of asking such questions I just asked. Not anyone can just answer them, of course. Not if one intends to go in defence of the Catholic rite.
Nevertheless, if anyone does feel like it, go ahead. Feel free. I’d listen.