I came early to this year’s Easter Vigil. I wanted to get a seat in the back, right beside the baptismal font. I was not being baptized that night. I was not the godparent or the friend of anyone being baptized. My interest was selfish. As a catechumen in the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults, I was scheduled to be baptized a year from that day. I wanted to see what woul (...)
The Last Word
Getting Wet
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