Will you be responsible for seeing Keegan is brought up in the Christian faith and life? the priest asked. Will you by your prayers and witness help Keegan to grow into the full stature of Christ?
Then we–the parents, the godparents, the family and friends who gathered in this small chapel for the purpose of baptizing this child, of witnessing the sacrament of God, the grace he bestows on the little children who come to him–echoed the baptismal covenant, reaffirming our beliefs, our creed, our very identity. I believe in God, the Father almighty, we said.
Individual voices rang out, first this friend’s voice, then that’s, first this grandparent’s, then another’s, even as the sounds joined together as one voice, as one symphony of love. And tears puddled on my lower lids, for this family came together because of their love for us and for Keegan, to see that this child is raised in Christ’s love and mercy. Their voices wrapped around me like my mother’s homemade afghan.
Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them, and I know that the ministry to all nations includes this little one entrusted to our care. And I know that this is the beginning of a journey, of discipling our Keegan, our “little fire,” for this is parenthood, to spiritually form–we will, with God’s help–and I pray that one day he will confirm this truth, that he will trust Christ and follow him.
In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, the priest said.