Being Baptized

"Baby" was recently baptized. On the days leading up to the baptism his older brother had a lot of questions about what a baptism actually meant. I suppose I should have been prepared for those questions but instead I felt like a deer in headlights.

I explained to "Junior" that it meant that God was giving his love to "Baby" and "Baby" was giving his love God. Then the all important question was asked....

"Who is God?"

We've talked about God before in our house, but perhaps not enough. I did my best to explain the question that really doesn't have an answer. And "Juniors" response was "So God is my doctor?"

And I immediately felt like a failure. This was my one chance to shine as a parent. To explain something in such a profound way that he would completely understand. No longer would "Junior" long to be the neighborhood's garbage man, but instead he would become a religious icon. I explained this conversation to the Reverend that baptized "Baby." He seemed moved by "Juniors" interpretation of God and said, "I can definitely use that in a sermon."

Maybe I didn't fail after all?