The Israelites marched into the midst of the sea on dry land, with the water like a wall on their right and their left.
We Christians are marching to the holy mountain, where it is always springtime.
To outfit us to march forward, the Lord initiates us through the sacraments. We must be washed, anointed, and fed.
Easter is a good time for us to recall and thank God for the sacraments that have made us Christians.
On October 18, 1970, I was baptized by a well-meaning non-Catholic, non-priest at New York Avenue Presbyterian church. My parents were kind enough to carry me to the font, and they saw to it that I was in church every Sunday for the next 17 ½ years. I am grateful.
But there was still some unfinished business. On Holy Saturday night, 1993, I was confirmed and given Holy Communion for the first time by Father Ed Ingebretsen in Dahlgren Chapel at Georgetown University.
Seventeen years ago this morning, I woke up washed, anointed, and fed for the first time in my life.
It is good to be Catholic.
No one—not the Washington Post or the New York Times, not CBS News or CNN, not Geraldo Rivera or Sinead O’Connor—no one is going to tell me that it is not good to be Catholic on Easter Sunday.