Ellie and I have one grandson, Ryan Alex Clayton, born in D.C. about 5 months ago. Last week we went up there for the child's baptism-- in a large interracial Catholic Church a few blocks from their home.
30 years ago I would have felt terrible about such a thing (not the interrancial, but the Catholic) happening to a descendant of mine, but in the interim I've given up many of my prejudices in that direction.
The service (mass!) was most impressive, especially the fervor shown by the congregation. I preached in black churches, and felt happy and encouraged with the verbal support they give, but that was many years ago.
The best part of the activity to me was worshpping with Margie and her husband.
I met Margie on the web, and we have enjoyed an extensive correspondence, but flesh and blood is something else again. It was wonderful meeting with them and getting to know them in connection with the mass and the reception.
I still disapprove of the Catholic Church, although now no more than the Protestant Churches I've known. But the positive vibes from that mass have led me to move beyond my theological disapproval and recognize the real values this church is bringing to its members.
[If you've missed my regular posts here, I was away from my computer for 12 days and unable to get to my blog for editing. Obviously I'm back now.]