Postby Ramblinrose » Sun May 05, 2024 11:39 am
Slow morning here … last week I discovered the church I grew up in and the one my mom attended for more than 65 years has their service up for real time viewing. That’s a real treat for me. I was confirmed and later married in this church and every time I went home to visit my mom, we went to their service. Spent many Christmas Eve’s there as well over the years.
When my son was young and came home to NJ with me, I took him to the church to show him where I grew up. It was a week day and it just to happened the priest who married me was working at the alter, and I was able to introduce them to each other. When I was growing up Father Willis was the assistant priest and over the teen age youth group he was young himself so we sort of grew up with each other. It is a very special memory to me.
When my son was born, his father wasn’t interested in having my son baptized. Years later when we were no longer married, my son and I went to visit my friend who lived on the mountain in Chattanooga. She attended the small Episcopal church at the bottom of it… bet Twins knows it well and that Saturday my friend took us there to help clean it. We were all dressed to work.. me in cutoffs and a shirt that was nasty from all the work I was doing
My son and my friends kids were all working as well sweeping and such up by the alter. My so was 8 at the time when he came running to find me to ask if he could be baptized. My friend and I were working with the priest who happened to be a women and my son asked her if she could do this for him
Of course she said yes, so we all stopped what we were doing and stood at the alter… all of us nasty, dirty and sweaty and she baptized my son there on the spot. Not quite the way I had envisioned it in my mind, but the best possible way it could happen. I cherish that moment as well.
Beds striped, laundered and drying. Need to do a quick grocery run and then it’s back home to watch some basketball.
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