Sunday, February 16, 2020


Today was the first time I have ever been to the Baptism of someone who wasn't a baby or coming into the Church at the Easter Vigil.  My friend in the choir has been the caregiver for her 6 year old grandson for a couple of years.  She has been bringing him to Mass with her every week, and he sits with friends in the front pew near the choir while she contributes her considerable talents as a soprano to the music each Sunday. She told me that he has shown an incredible thirst for God and has been learning prayers as well as all the parts of the Mass. She plays the hymns we are scheduled to sing all week long, and he often knows most of them by Sunday. 
Each week, when he comes back with her to the choir room, he gives each of us a hug, and tells us he loves us with a brilliant smile. At some point I asked her if he had ever been baptized, and she said no, but she would have to get his mother's permission.  Apparently, she was motivated to do so, and his mother said he could be baptized since he wanted it so much.
Today was the day, and he came into the choir room beaming with excitement and reminding us all that this was his big day. About 14 of us were able to attend his Baptism, and it was a very special occasion. Our priest waited until all of us had arrived, let us take pictures, and brought our little friend into the Catholic family of God.  
I then hosted a little party at my home, and our choir family came to help celebrate. We told him that he's completely a member of our family now, and while he ran around happily in my back yard like any other 6 year-old boy, the smile on his face and the joy in his heart gave all of us a delightful afternoon. The cake I got for him was a big treat, but everyone had brought a potluck dish and there was a feeling of camaraderie among all of us as we celebrated being the little village brightened by our newest member.

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