Alex's Journey Toward God

4/4/2010
Six years ago, if someone had told me that I'd be baptizing my son Catholic, I definitely would not have believed them. I didn't know I was pregnant yet six years ago today, but I already knew that George was vehemently against infant baptism, since he was raised Mormon and he insisted that baptism was a choice that older children should make.

When I found out I was pregnant, we battled fairly regularly over the fate of my unborn child's soul. I eventually gave up the fight, convinced that God would not only protect my son, but would also show mercy toward his innocence. Still, I prayed regularly for years that somehow, Alex would be blessed with baptism. Over the last six years I have truly battled with my love for the Church and my passionate distaste for all of the pain that has been caused by the Church....and while I am at peace with God and am still a religious person in the sense that I pray and try to live each moment in such a way to serve God, I have become less and less Catholic. Somehow along the way, I

Imagine my surprise when a year or so ago, George began insisting that Alex be baptized....Catholic.

Imagine my utter shock when a few months ago, George started talking to Alex about God and began insisting that Alex learn prayers....Catholic prayers.