People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. Mk 10:13-16
A good friend of mine had her baby baptised this morning, and asked me to be her godfather. In terms of baptism, I am a baptist, rather than a paedo-baptist. However, that’s another issue, maybe something I’ll blog about another time when I’m feeling brave. Also, whilst I am a baptist, I am not a strict/particular baptist, so I had no great theological crisis.
I duly accepted the honour of being the godfather, as it’s not often you’re handed the responsibility of seeing that a child grows up knowing the word of God. It was good to be there, as the canon explained how the washing by water was symbolic of the washing away of sin, to be able to promise to pray for her and influence her upbringing, that her baptism may be confirmed – that she would one day be enabled by the Holy Spirit, to place her faith in Jesus Christ for the washing away of her sin, thereby confirming the symbolism of her baptism.
May God bless her and her parents.