The sprinkling of water

*I’ll probably offend at least one of my readers in this post.

SO, I am finally getting the ball rolling on Elliot’s baptism. We already have Godparents picked out. Ash’s former boss, with whom he is pretty close, had a son who killed himself a couple years ago. Not only did Ash befriend her at work but also on a personal level, right around that awful time. I am perfectly fine with choosing her and her husband to be Elliot’s godparents. The big problem all lies in the fact that I’m Catholic, Ash is nothing, and the godparents no longer attend whatever church it was they used to go to.

Yesterday, I went out on a limb and called one of the Catholic churches here, just to find out the procedures. The wrinkly old woman in the rectory was somewhat rude to me, as she explained that we had to be members of the church and she didn’t want us registering just so our kid could be baptized. And also, one or both godparents needed to be Catholic. Thanks for the info but I must go elsewhere.

I then began my research. Which Christian sects practice baptism and don’t force you to a.) become a practicing member of their congregation and b.) will let you choose the godparents you want, not just people who are already that same religion? Really, this is all in the interest of my child so – please – think of the child and cut me some slack, you know? Who cares about silly rules and regulations of the organized church when there is an infant’s soul at stake?  Apparently the Catholics do. No wonder I’m not practicing anymore.

I contacted an Anglican parrish and a very nice (pastor?) man wrote me back. I am in agreement with him about the sacrament of baptism and all it stands for. I want my son to be “introduced to God” and  although I know that godparents are really there for spiritual guidance, I also believe them to be a lot more than that. I can’t guarantee that I will raise Elliot in the teachings of whatever church we end up going with. But I can guarantee that he will be taught the ways of good, kind-hearted people, to love people equally and treat others as he would like to be treated. I am sure there will come a time when he’ll ask why something exists and I will tell him that God created it. I cannot, however, condone Sunday School or the teachings of some of the organized church’s constructs. I just cannot. It was a part of my upbringing that, at the time seemed right, but left me realizing some of the flaws in the machine. All in all, that probably helped me to think outside the box and more freely about my relationship with God, but why not just speak openly to Elliot from the get-go… let him decide for himself and forge his own spiritual relationship? He doesn’t need to confess his sins to a priest or give the church money or read all the things people weren’t allowed to do 2000 years ago in the book of Leviticus.

My mom is asking around at the Episcopal school at which she teaches. They’re kind of like Catholic Light and when I say the word “Episcopal” in my head, I just feel OK about. Not the way Catholic makes me feel, which is sort of… uneasy. So wish me luck in my search for the perfect church, the perfect place to say,”Hey God, this is little Elliot. He is a kind boy, an innocent soul. Take care of him for a little while until he can start taking care of himself.”

Day 3 – x365

Me! Me, myself and I – Why not?

If the sixteen year old me could say something to the twenty-nine year old me, she’d say: “I never thought you’d get married or have a kid! Good job!”