When my daughter was 6, she decided that she wanted to be
baptized at our church. My hubby and I was so proud, and we made
sure to tell all of the family to be there on that
Sunday. We stood next to the pastor, smiling with our camera
waiting. When they brought her out with her little white robe on
she looked just like an angel to me. My hubby stood there with his
shirt about to burst, because his heart was filled with pride and
joy. They handed our pastor the microphone, and he began to pray.
After the prayer he asked my daughter was she ready to be baptized.
She spoke loudly into the microphone and said yes. By now, tears
formed in my eyes I had raised her right. Oh the pride I felt, and
nothing in the world could take that feeling away from me. Pride
goes before the fall.
The usher's began to move the cover off of the pool, as they
did my daughter spotted a waterbug in the pool, My daughter said
into the microphone, "there's a roach in the water. Well
some of that pride feeling began to slip away. One of the ushers
got a cup and scooped the bug out. The pastor ask my daughter was
she ready to be baptized now. I asked my hubby should we postpone
this until the next Sunday. My husband is one of those that I can
get to go to church with me only on Easter and Christmas. So him
having to be there another Sunday, just wasn't going to happen.
He said she will be fine, kids usually swim in pools with all
kind of stuff in them. So the pastor put the mic close to her
so that the church could hear her response. My daughter then said
no, "there was a roach in the water". So the pastor bends
down and asked her, you do want to go to Heaven? Kamilah
looks at him, and then the water again. She answers him
speaking right into the microphone while shaking her head and says
"no, I'll just go to heck". Only she didn't say
heck. The church members laughed, while I stood there wishing the
ground would swallow me.
Later that night of course I called my mom in Missouri, to tell her
about that day events. People I suffer with chlidhood dementia,
what was done in the past I prefer it stays there. Mom see it
different, she has taken notes and has index cards that go into
details of some of my childhood adventures. Like the time I had a
solo with the youth group at church. I was suppose to sing,
I stepped in the water, and the water was cold.
It chilled my body, but not my soul
Jordan's river is deep and wide.
But I got a home on the other side
But this is what I sang, just to see if anyone was really paying
attention.
I stepped in the water, and the water was cold.
It chilled my booty, but not my soul.
Jordan's river is deep and wide
But I swam over to the other side.
Then mom made sure to say, and you where a lot older than Milah.
Then she went on and talked about the time I said grace at bible
school.
Jesus wept
Whlie Peter crept
Into the place
Where the women slept
So I am ending on this note, yes I will continue to take my childen
to church with me. For this is something that I think will be good
for them in the long run. However, I sweat bullets whenever
they have to do something in a church program.
It takes a village to raise a child
But the church elders will nearly kill that same child if he/she
acts up in church.
