Baptism

This weekend I went to a baptism that my two friends had for their son. First, I must preempt this story by saying that these two have been married about 4 years and this is their first child. He is truly a miracle baby. They had given up on having a child naturally and were going to adopt when she became pregnant. So now they have a son and are blissfully happy. I started tearing up during the baptism. Many things I have been meditating on came to light, and I had my own epiphanies this weekend. Yesterday, during the homily, I understood what the priest was saying about trust. I realized that I haven't trusted in God because man has let me down. But God isn't man. I know that I have to learn to trust that God truly has the best in store for me.

A little aside: MJR3 (which is how we know him since it is a family name) peed in the baptismal font. The priest actually is blind, but he wouldn't have changed the water anyway, so after MJR3 was baptized, Fr. sprinkled the holy water on all of us. And he was very generous. :-)