I know I poke fun at a lot of churchy stuff. I like to call it satire because that seems a little more cerebral and less harsh than sarcasm. The truth is I live a privileged life.
I have been given the chance to live a life of service. To serve is a privilege. Every so often that privilege takes on a particularly exhilarating flare. Yesterday I had just such an experience.
My oldest daughter had planned to be baptized at church last night. It was a convenient time because some of her grandparents were here. We went to service prepared to make a photographic assault on the baptism. Camille had about 8 people ahead of her so we waited.
Finally, while she took the steps of the makeshift baptistery, I covertly made my way to the optimum photo hot spot. As Camille got into place the pastor called out for me.
Funny thing was I was about ten feet directly in front of him.
He said, “Ken, do you want to do this? Do you want to come and baptize your daughter?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
How about you? What privileges have you enjoyed lately?