Baptism of the First Born

It is done!

Our oldest son is officially a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Despite the short notice and the amount of stuff we were planning, we got through it, Saturday evening.

We were excited by the amount of non-member friends that were able to make it. They all said how much they enjoyed the evening.

The baptism itself went almost smoothly, except for the part where I said "... In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost... " instead of "... In the name of the Father, *and of* the the Son, and *of* the Holy Ghost... " So, I had to say it again...

Our son did a wonderful job by singing a solo of "I am a child of God". Then, during the confirmation, I added the Hebrew version of "Receive the Holy Ghost": "קבל את רוח הקודש".

At the end of the evening, I put my wife in an awkward situation by asking the conducting member of the bishopric to call on her to the stage to say a few words to our son.

My wife does not appreciate the spotlight, nor speaking in public. All could tell she was at a loss. However, she picked up the glove, and gave a short and moving description of our pride in our son. I know the spirit was with her on that stage.

The one thing that was very evident was the love we received from all who attended. An embracing feeling that transcended any issues of age or ethnic background. It filled our hearts with such gratitude that the next morning (fast Sunday) my wife notified me that she plans on talking about it, during Sacrament (fast and testimony).

She knew she could not manage her thoughts while on the pulpit, so she wrote them all down, and had me review. When the time came, she hesitated, and I needed to encourage her. Her talk/testimony was about service derived from love. It moved many hearts even when it described the members as "tired saints".

For me, this talk was akin to a miracle. I do not know when, or if, she had ever given a talk before, nor bore her testimony from the stand. I had not expected to hear that for as long as I lived. Yet, there it was in front of me. Yea, miracles do happen!

TOTD: Miracles happen every day, all stone us and to each of us. You just need to know how to look.

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