… on my baptismal day all those years ago, nobody – not even
great-aunt Ginny – who worried about us going to hell unless we were saved –
acknowledged that anything out of the way had happened to me. The uncles joked
and taunted as usual; the aunts told stories; the children played and fought in
the grass the same way they always had, and thus, by such baffling, painful
indifference my experience of my baptism (though not my baptism itself) was
reduced to rubble.
How did those around you respond to
your baptism? Were they delighted? Indifferent? Angered? How did their
responses affect your experience? Tell God about it.
Reading from Roberta C. Bondi Houses. A Family Memoir of Grace (Nashville: Abingdon, 2000), 80.
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