First, I have to tell you that Henry LOVES his bath. It’s a big love – a big, splashy love. He stretches out in that water, head cradled in my hand, and he kicks, and he flails, and he sometimes looks quite earnest, and other times overjoyed. But he’s happy – always happy – in the tub. Which is why I never skip or skimp on his bath even if it’s been a long day. He just loves it that much.
So, naturally, when Father poured the water over his head, slowly, in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, Henry laughed.
I was thinking about that last night as I washed him up from his sweaty, spit-uppy day. And so, as I shampooed his sweet little head, I smiled at him and said, “I bathe you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.” And he laughed! “Oh, yes,” I went on, “you are baptized in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.” He laughed again! He wasn’t even paying attention to the water now, just the words. “And Father claimed you for Christ,” I said. “Isn’t that amazing? You belong to Jesus!” And he laughed!
Then his tubmate piped up, “I belong to Jesus, too.”
“Yes, you do,” I said, ” and so do I. We all three belong to Jesus. We’re all brothers and sisters in Christ!” And he laughed!
I like to think there might be a priestly vocation in his future.
But even if there isn’t, he really enjoyed his Baptism day.