Andrew's Baptism

We chose to have Andrew baptized at our church yesterday. My parents and grandmother came for the day, as well as my sister and her family. Our new associate pastor, Jeff, did a wonderful job. Luke was in rare form, dancing in the aisle and adding his own comments during the baptism. If I wasn't so worried about Luke's behavior, I might have felt a little sentimental about the event. Pastor Jeff asked for someone in the congregation to commit to praying for Andrew from now until he is 18 years old. It's kind of an awkward pause as you wonder if anyone will raise their hand. Our friend and fellow small group member, Tara, was kind enough to rise to the challenge. Andrew did quite well. We never know what to expect when we throw a surpise into his normally predictable routine. He added a few words of his own and squealed a little. There is a portion of the sacrament where an elder asks the congregation to commit to helping us raise Andrew in a Christ-centered church family. She also holds the water for the baptism. In case you are wondering about the stranger in denim, it's Laurie the elder.

Luke, pondering the view from the stage

The sprinkling