“Our” Maria was baptized in late September on a sunny Fall evening. It was a beautiful day! Baked oatmeal for breakfast, her precious little self in my baptism dress, and a small gathering with family to celebrate after Mass.
But lest you think the day was all puffed sleeves and holy water, there was also a generous helping of two tired children under two years old.
I hang on to Jesus’ words when he said “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
Lord, we did not hinder our children from coming to you. Shepherd may have been watching tractors on a phone while the glorious sacrament was taking place (forgive me). And Maria may have been fussing almost the entire time.
But we did not hinder them.
And ultimately we left the church with a baby that smelled of chrism oil. (P.S. This Baptism Candle smells almost as delightful as a baby’s head post-baptism).
“God is my Father! How can I fathom such a privilege? One moment I was a creature of an all-powerful God, and then suddenly the Sacrament of Baptism raised me to a dignity I cannot even imagine. By Baptism I inherit His very own qualities, so I must be careful that no trial makes me anxious, no privation makes me worry, no pain makes me despair, no demands make me selfish, for I am a son of God — the same God whose providence takes care of the grass that fades and the birds that fall from the air — the same God who chose me from among millions of possible human beings to know and love Him — the same God who watches over me as if I were the only creature of His Hands.” – Mother Angelica
Maria Lucille, welcome to the adventure and mystery of being a Christian.
May you always rest in the knowledge that you are a beloved daughter of God.