Tuesday, October 25, 2011

{newest little catholic}



Phil and I became godparents for the first time on Sunday. 
You may not be able to tell from the picture, 
but I am thrilled to be a part of little Caleb John's life. 


Can you believe they let this guy be a godfather?


I stood there listening to the priest talk about welcoming Caleb into the Catholic tradition
and it struck me how blessed I am to be a part of this whole thing. 

After yesterday, this quote really meant more to me today:

"Baptism is God's most beautiful and magnificent gift. . . .We call it gift, grace, anointing, enlightenment, garment of immortality, bath of rebirth, seal, and most precious gift. It is called gift because it is conferred on those who bring nothing of their own; grace since it is given even to the guilty; Baptism because sin is buried in the water; anointing for it is priestly and royal as are those who are anointed; enlightenment because it radiates light; clothing since it veils our shame; bath because it washes; and seal as it is our guard and the sign of God's Lordship."
-St. Gregory Of Nazianzus


It meant more today because almost 24 years ago, I too was baptized like Caleb was yesterday.
I was given a gift when I had nothing to give. 
A gift that lasts for eternity.
Because even today the gift of baptism I received so long ago is still present.
Even in 24 or 50 years when Caleb is a grown man and I'm an old woman
the gift of baptism will still be there for us.
We will still be able to rely on the same graces that 
we received as babies through the waters of baptism.

Isn't that just astonishing? 
Our God... in spite of religion... is ever lasting. ever present.
His gifts have no end. His graces are ceaseless. 

I ponder that for just a minute and it is incomprehensible.
But I find solace in the fact that 
God's goodness isn't meant to be understood.


My sister-in-law... blessed is she among men.
She has her hands full with a bunch of little guys running around. 
She makes her own detergent and flour and she homeschools the boys.
I don't know how she does it. 

She (and her husband) have raised polite and kind and talented young men.. 


Don't cry, little Caleb! It's really not that hard being a Catholic. 

{photo credits to Paul Francis Photography}











2 comments:

Jeanine Juth said...

I didn't know it was your first time being godparents. The little guy is truly blessed, despite Phil's wacky ways. Thanks for the kind words; they mean more than you know. And I am inspired by each and every post I read. Happy Baptismal Day!

Meredih Plunkett said...

I love the tradition of baptism and your post about it was lovely. Congrats to all! I worked at CPC in Summit and the Pastor always impressed upon us the importance of baptism and always wore a seashell clip on his tie in honor the the ritual, so every time I see a seashell I don't immediately think of the ocean, but instead baptism. Gorgeous photos, gorgeous blog, gorgeous ritual in the Christian faith.

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