Melissa, Joey and I had a wonderful evening last Saturday.
I’ve tried to keep it out of this blog so as not to weird people out, but I’m an ordained minister in the church. For the moment. More about that later.
Back to last Saturday. I baptized some good friends’ recently adopted daughter. After a joyful service, during which Joey decided he didn’t want to sit and came and stood by me like some kind of test proctor while I was preaching (the church was packed but they all rolled with this just fine), we went over to our friends’ home for a celebration.
It was a big party, as the new mom & dad both come from large families, have lots of friends, employees and professional peers.
Food and drink were catered. And – I get misty eyed relating this – our friends took the trouble to have the caterer prepare a pepperoni pizza just for Joey. And they had cans of root beer for him amidst the wine selections.
Joey found a comfy spot on a couch and didn’t want to go find a table at which to sit. So the caterers actually took the trouble – while serving over 100 guests – to bring him plates of pizza where he sat. Melissa helped him balance things on his lap (and hers) and he was a happy lad, as you see here.
The kindness of our friends, the caterers and everybody else that night was a precious gift to us. Last baptism I’ll be doing at that church. Or maybe last one, period. It was a positive closure for our family.
I’m stepping out of the pulpit. Don’t know if that’s for awhile or for good. That’s something about which God and I need time to talk.
It’s enough to say here that I’m emotionally run down. That’s putting it mildly. Good care giving requires the heart and churches can drain (or cap, or poison) the emotional well.
A bit scary right now, of course. Needing to overhaul finances, seek new income, etc. No crisis of faith – I’m still praying and God seems as close and loving as ever. But your prayers are appreciated as our family goes through all this change.
We’ll still be blogging here, because care giving stinks sometimes but is in our hearts always.