I was going to write on something totally different today–until I got in my car after Mass this morning. My rosary CD started skipping so I popped it out of my player — just needs cleaning. Oh what to fill in slot 6 of my 6 CD player — I scanned the other CDs in my holder — yes, “Jesus Freak” — nothing like celebrating the birth of the Church with DC Talk’s “Jesus Freak.”
I like to imagine being an original first person witness to the teachings and miracles of Christ. I’m sure I’d be standing on my tip toes trying to see over and around the taller people in the crowd — trying to see His face — hear His voice. The overly righteous part of me thinks that any way. I may have thought it was all crazy. It is one thing to be a follower of someone you can see and hear. It is a much different thing to follow someone who claimed to be God — who was crucified and died before many witnesses — who was resurrected from the dead on the third day — who was seen walking around with many witnesses after having raised from the dead.
Last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday and today we celebrate the Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity. Jesus’ mission went truly supernatural. The miracles almost seem nothing compared to this — even Lazarus was just a dress rehearsal — “Resurrection of an entombed dead person: Take 1.” If it was Jesus that put a face on God, it was the Holy Spirit that gave God breath. Just as God breathed into Adam’s nostrils and gave him life — God gave life to the Church in the breath of a mighty rushing wind. In some cosmic way, the Trinity was present at the onset of creation in Genesis. In another way, the Trinity was present at the baptism of Jesus. My uncle took my picture when I was submerged in my Southern Baptist baptismal pool. God sent down the Holy Spirit like a Dove when his Son was baptized. Supernatural.
In the Catholic Church, we sign ourselves with the Trinity — In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. We are baptized into the Christian faith by these words of the Trinity. And, if in life we strive to live up to our baptismal promises — to profess something of the Trinity — the dead rising — and maybe a virgin birth — we may indeed be labeled — Jesus Freaks. So, I reveled in this loud music in my car all afternoon today.