
My nieces got baptized last month. Part of their church’s vacation bible school (if you’re not familiar with the phenomenon, it’s a weeklong church program
The girls had chosen to follow Jesus some time before. But one of the things about the
For me there was a three-year gap between when I became Christian in 1975, and when I finally got baptized in 1978. Partly ’cause I had been baptized already.
See, my mom’s parents were
No, this has nothing to do with the under-the-bar dance, which is named for how limber you have to be to participate. Supposedly
And not even all Catholics. The official teaching of Catholicism
I should mention: I read
Regardless, the grandparents wanted me baptized. So Mom shrugged and let ’em get me baptized.
This is why I’ve joked ever since that I’m Catholic. But a really lousy Catholic, ’cause I keep going to Protestant churches. Still, I’m just as Catholic as my so-called “Catholic” friends and acquaintances who never got confirmed, never go to Mass, and figure baptism means God’s gotta grant ’em heaven. Not wise to