A Baptism
Today I stood at the altar of Saints Peter and Paul with my Godson, Trout, as he got baptized. He stood on a small stool next to the baptismal font, and was so perfectly present. My eyes filled as he leaned his small, sweet, four year old head forward as Kurt+ gently blessed him. What was was most remarkable about this day was that Trout asked to be baptized. He chose this for himself and when the day came, he showed up with the presence and readiness of someone well beyond his few years. I don’t remember my own baptism, as I was an infant. Trout will remember this day…I will too.
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