This is baptism?

There is much about how religion and
Christianity are understood and publicly discussed in our post-Christian
Canadian context that produces a mixture of bemusement and genuine
puzzlement for me.  This week’s entry in the “head scratcher” category
comes via an article from Wednesday’s Globe and Mail by Kate Soles that tells the story of her process of decision-making on the issue of whether or not to get her baby baptized.

Soles’ is a classic postmodern parenting
tale of the agonized apprehension and misgivings that come along with
questions of how/if she might participate in the rituals of the church
given her own agnosticism:

In my own state of uncertainty, how could
I promise to share my faith with Eliot? How would I foster his
spirituality and help him celebrate God’s presence when I needed
convincing of it myself? I worried that I lacked the conviction to make
such vows, that doing so would appear artificial and dishonest.

The breakthrough, for Soles, comes in the
form of arriving at an understanding of baptism as a step in the path
of self-discovery, authenticity, and independence:

I hope that unabashedly showing Eliot our
individual theologies allows him to carve his own spiritual path.
Ultimately, I want to give my son the tools to make independent
decisions, to afford him the desire and the courage to choose compromise
over violence, compassion over intolerance.

Of course, there are many questions
that could be asked about the understanding of baptism on display in
this article. But I am less interested in the infant vs. believers
baptism question here, than I am in the way in which baptism is here
pressed almost entirely into the service of the self.  Baptism is—surprise!—mostly about me.

We find nothing here of the bracing
biblical language of dying to sin and self, and rising to new life in
Christ, nothing of the transfer of allegiance from the kingdom of this
world to the kingdom of God, nothing of repentance and forgiveness,
nothing of cleansing and new life, nothing of the (sometimes)
uncomfortable accountability of community, nothing that might suggest
that baptism is about putting a stake in the ground and declaring that
you are aligning yourself with Christ, his church, and his kingdom, as
God’s means of fixing a broken world.

Rather, baptism is a seen as a
symbolically meaningful personal event in the spiritual journey of
parents and, indirectly, children which can be more or less supplied
with the content of our choosing.  It is about serenity and acceptance
and unity and wonder.  Baptism is less about Jesus and a life given to
him in response to his life given for us than it is about me
and the way in which Jesus might prove more or less useful in my ongoing
journey toward authenticity and spiritual self-discovery.

Of course, I am not against things like
serenity and acceptance, nor do I think that these experiences are
inappropriate components of the experience of baptism.  I am absolutely
convinced the acceptance and welcome of a nurturing church family is a
crucial part of what we are being baptized into as followers of Jesus.
 And I certainly think that the Spirit of God can and does move in and
through many of our attempts at connecting and participating with the
reality of the divine, regardless of their motives.

But I really do think that when it comes
to this central, historical ritual of the Christian faith, it is
important that we get the order straight.  In baptism, we are placing
ourselves at the service of Jesus.  In stories like this one, I fear,
the exact opposite is the case.

Originally posted at Rumblings.