on attending baptisms
Our little family (husband, son, and I) have not been to church in quite some time now. We’ll, I take that back, son and I have been attending the local Friends meeting off and now for almost a year, but we have not been to an LDS church in a good while.
This past month one of my friends contacted me to let me know that they had recently re-activated in the church and were going to be baptizing their children. This, perhaps, was a difficult thing for her to approach me about; we had both transitioned out of activity together with some mutual issues with the church. But things had changed and they decided that re-activating was the best thing for them.
This is something that happens: little glitches in relationships regarding participation in a religion. (This particular friend had difficulties with one side of the family when they went inactive and again with the other side of the family when they re-activated.)
What remains, what should be constant, is friendship. And support.
And so that is what we did. On Saturday we got dressed in our Sunday best (disclaimer: I dressed in nice business slacks and blouse) and went to join them for the baptism. Yes, I was nervous, our son is approaching baptismal age himself. I worried about peer pressure, I worried about awkward questions. I worried about being targeted for re-activation. Etc.
The baptisms were lovely. My son, unaccustomed to LDS-style reverence applauded and cheered for his friends as they went under the water. I had a few good catch-up conversations with some people I had not seen in a while. And later we went to our friend’s home for some BBQ.
Just friends. Being together. Doing what we can to supporting each other. In whatever paths happen to work best for us.