Baptism at Holy Family

Yesterday, I attended the baptism of our new nephew, Mason, at the Holy Family Catholic church in Abilene.

It is the second baptism I've attended at Holy Family in the last few years, and I've been moved by both experiences. They are a reminder that rattle me out of my tiny world, where I think MY way of worshiping and MY traditions are the only ones. In truth, people have been pursuing God for hundreds upon hundreds of years, following traditions that outdate even my great, great, great grandparents, and - by being a part of that tradition - I gain a sense of connection to Christians throughout the centuries.