Baptizing the Little Angel

This past Sunday we baptized the little angel. In to town trooped my mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law, his wife and two kids, sister-in-law, her husband and two kids and my parents. No one stayed at our house. Thank you, Jesus.

The little angel did fairly well in church. She thought it was funny when the pastor poured the water into the font. When he walked her around the church to introduce her to the congregation and they started clapping, she looked surprised and popped a big smile for her adoring audience. Clearly, she is destined for the movies.

As she was going through this ceremony, I was thinking of how innocent she is now, and how it can't last. How we're all destined to smoke cigarettes behind the barn or kiss the wrong person in the back seat of their parents' care in high school. We're all just one lost job or bad health situation away from public aid. How I can't protect her from the world; she'll lose that innocence one day. But on Sunday, she was everything that is pure and good about humanity, laughing at the water and transfixed by the candlelight.