This child came in all smiles, and remained cheerful through the whole service. Even during the baptism itself, he was well-behaved, although he was ready to get back to Mom as soon as it was done!
But the highlight of the day, for me and, I suspect, for everyone else, was watching him explore the Church during the rest of the service. His mother made sure he didn’t go too far, which may have been stressful for her. But for the rest of us, he was a little burst of light and life—more fun than any sermon, and at least as much good news!
As happens with every baptism of a small child, I thought back to the baptism of my own children. They weren’t yet really mobile when we baptized them, and still keeping them under control wore out my wife and me. But those were great days, when the family gathered around, and we shared both God’s grace and the joy of small children.
Coincidentally, when I returned home from the service yesterday, my college-age children were there, having spent the weekend with us. I gave them each a baptismal squeeze—they didn’t know that is what it was, of course, and I didn’t enlighten them. But I offered up a quick prayer of thanksgiving to God for the day’s baptism, for my children, and for the Church family of which I am lucky to be a part. Amen. Alleluia!