There are several days for baptism reserved in the Episcopal church. Christmas, Epiphany, Easter and Pentecost are the biggies. Although we have passed some of the big days, the church is bending the rules so that us out-of-towners can participate. Missing family events is one of the hardest parts of living abroad so we appreciate this jockeying around on the part of the church. Should something happen to the baby, I believe he will still get the golden ticket whether or not he was christened. Having said that, we all feel better knowing the effort was made to deliver him into the Lord’s care. Substance, as opposed to form.
“Marked as Christ’s own, forever.” That is my favorite part of the service. It is the gift that can’t be ungiven or taken back. (Well, okay, you can regift it).
Today, Teddy, my nephew, performed impeccably. Swanlike over the baptismal font, he stretched out his 5 month old arms as if he knew he was diving into something big. The priest doused him three times (no trickle or polite stream for the child). He did not make a peep.
This was one family event I was happy not to miss. After church we had Costco cold cuts, cake and champagne, and watched football. Both Teddy and Tony Dungy scored golden tickets today. Both gave the Lord His due. It is Sunday, after all, and a gift is a gift – even if you have to look the Colts in the mouth on February 4.