Our little boy has had quite the last couple of weeks!
Most people who observe infant baptism make sure that they do it when their baby is…well, a baby.
The Happy Baby’s life has been such a journey… and to be honest, I didn’t want to have him baptized until we all felt more of a peace about his well being.
I had a vision that his baptism – his welcoming into the covenant family and body of Christ – would be feeding tube and illness free.
I also had a vision that the pastor would hold the Happy Baby up like Simba in The Lion King and they would play The Circle of Life through the sound system and it would be the most glorious moment ever.
The latter did not happen (as some thought it might be a bit irreverent :-)), but the first vision did.
And there was not a dry eye in the place.
While he was sharing, the Happy Baby started to get squirmy and decided that he no longer needed his socks.
Everyone started laughing and the Happy Hubby got distracted and forgot all the carefully planned out things he was going to say.
One of the beautiful aspects of infant baptism is that the Church promises to assist us in the job of raising our children in the faith, so I had a quick minute to offer our gratitude to the Church for the ways in which they have already done that – carrying us through one of our most trying seasons as a Happy Home.
Our pastors took over at that point and I began praying that the Happy Baby wouldn’t get upset when we handed him over for the baptizing.
Today’s ceremony once again reminded me of the incredible calling that the Happy Hubby and I have as Christian parents.
May we raise our Happy Buddies so that they never know a day where they have not experienced Christ’s love.
Well, a precious little someone didn’t want to leave the stage after it was all over.
Maybe next Sunday.