First Communion Day

Last Sunday was my grandson Jack’s first communion day. FC

Nine years ago he was baptised. If Jack had been baptised in the early days of Christianity it would not have been as a baby, the water gently trickled over his forehead, but as an adult. After a lengthy preparation time he would have been plunged, naked and trusting, into a pool of water. Dry again, and dressed in a white robe, his head and hands smeared with perfumed oil, he would have been led to the Eucharist table to share the bread and wine with the rest of the community.

That Sunday morning nine years ago, as the priest swirled the water in the clear glass bowl and poured a scoop of it over Jack’s head, I was aware that, one way or another, the waters of Baptism would ripple through his life. Now, in what seemed to be no time at all, Jack had reached the second stage of his baptism.

And there he was, his school uniform replaced by a suit, shirt and tie, freckles standing out in excitement and a shy grin. In the outer Melbourne suburb where he lives there is no stand-alone church, but there are two very large catholic primary schools. The massive assembly hall at one of them was set out with hundreds of chairs occupied by parents, siblings, grandparents and assorted other family and friends, greeting each other and chattering in a mixture of languages. I walked in and felt the breath catch in my throat. The place felt so – alive!

Flowers and twinkling lights marked a table set with silver cups and the Mass book. The priest moved to the table and as the hubbub gradually died away the choir sang and the girls and boys who were to receive their first communion processed into the seating set apart for them. The priest solemnly told the assembly that for the next hour it would not be the Stella Maris school assembly hall, but a sacred space.

I don’t know why he bothered. We knew that. We are used to finding God where we are. It’s just something not many people talk about or share easily. We don’t need a purpose built space for that. Our very presence was an act of faith, an acknowledgment that God has a place in our lives. Mass might not be a weekly or even a six monthly choice for most of the parents or their extended families, but God faith had powered their choice of baptism and catholic schooling for their children.

I have no memory of my first communion, not even a certificate. But I know that it was in a double classroom that was cleared every weekend for Sunday Mass – not very different to Jack’s first communion Mass.

I’m surprised that so many years on, the sacraments of first communion and confirmation are still tied to a particular grade level instead of parents being the ones to discern when it would be appropriate for their child.

In some ways the Australian Catholic Church, or possibly the whole church, has put more emphasis on educating children in faith and assuming that that’s enough to see them through adulthood. It isn’t, and the children like Jack who have just received their first communion are going to need a more creative and hands-on approach to enable them to live out their adult Baptismal relationship with God in a twenty first century world.

Jack, his family and close friends finished the day as it had begun – gathered around a table. And God rejoiced with us.

Judith Scully

One Reply to “First Communion Day”

  1. Congratulations to Jack and the whole family. Your post made me realize how lucky we are. We have several churches by and the joy of attending daily mass. I remember my first Communion and the beautiful dress my mother made. I can see myself standing in line waiting to go inside the school chapel. I was brought up by Ursuline nuns. Forgive me for all the details about me. Congratulations once more.

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