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:
It’s my very special day.
God looked down on me and smiled.
I became His own dear child.
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.
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.