The Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord


Today, both the Lutherans and the Catholics celebrated the Baptism of Our Lord. I woke up with a strong, strong need to go to Mass. Someday, if anyone is interested, I will post about my constant struggle in which everyone’s needs get met except my own when it comes to church. As a Catholic married to a Lutheran pastor and raising Little Lutherans, it gets difficult. But this morning, I needed the grace of Mass, so after I taught Lutheran Sunday School, I put Nicholas in the nursery, found someone for Katie Grace and Michael to sit with, and went to Mass with the baby. And it was lovely.

This week was Nicholas’s baptismal anniversary. He was baptized on the Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord four years ago. We celebrated by singing the Baptism song with him:

I was baptized, shout hooray!
It’s my very special day.
God looked down on me and smiled.
I became His own dear child.

The sanctity of the moment was only slightly mitigated by the fact that he sang this buck-naked. He also got to pick what type of pizza we made (cheese), what movie we watched for family movie night (Because of Winn-Dixie) and what we had for desert (root beer floats). We ended the day with a reading of Walt Wangerin’s “Water Come Down: The day you were baptized” and it was a perfect day.

Nicholas is currently in a state of disequilibrium, however. He can’t understand why animals in stories, movies, and television programs can talk, but he isn’t running into any in real life. So today after church, we had this conversation:

NICHOLAS: Told you so, Mama.
ME: Told me so what?
NICHOLAS: That animals can talk.
ME: Really?
NICHOLAS: Uh huh. When Jesus was baptisted by John the Baptist, God split the sky open and sended the dove down and he TALKED!
ME: Daddy! You’ve got to hear this!

LOL! We’re having no luck convincing him that talking animals don’t exist outside of fairy stories. I love this kid.


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    A mother’s needs always seem to come last, don’t they?

    Thank you for your comment on my blog. I have to tell you though, that knitted socks are not cheaper than shop-bought ones. They DO last longer however, and the warm fuzzy feeling you get knowing your children are wearing something you made is beyond price.

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    Oh, I figured they cost more. But I bet they are warmer and last longer, and I’m sure it feels nice to see something beautiful and handmade on your little ones’ feet.

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