Today Bo and Emma were swimming in the kiddie pool in the back yard. Bo was busy dipping Buzz Lightyear under the water, when he looked at me seriously and asked, "Mama, what does it mean to be baptized?"
They really need to send people to school for parenting, just to give you a heads up on this stuff.
As if that one question wasn't enough, there were a few more to follow:
"Why do people get baptized?"
"Do we have to get baptized?"
"How many times can you get baptized?"
I did have one question for him while passing through this gauntlet:
"Where on earth did you hear that word?"
"My Young Readers Bible."
I swear, we have not used this word outside of reading that. While I was responding to the question "Do you have to get baptized?" Bo inserted a thought. "Well, Jesus did." Yes, he did. And while I do not know much about the doctrines or theology, I do know that if Bo wants to be baptized, and is able to express what it means, we will do it. And we will invite people to witness it.
I'm not sure if my answers were accurate, well thought out, or clear, but Bo did come away with one clear impression. You have to be able to go all the way under water to do it. His reply: "Well, I'm not going all the way under in this dirty water!"
He graduated from Public School Kindergarten today. He has never been to Sunday School. He has no concept that people live anywhere but near people they love and who gather together frequently. When the church has meetings, he is with a babysitter. When the church is together, eating, hanging out, he is witnessing the Lord in real life. Don't tell me he isn't getting enough. Don't tell me that you think that Jesus Christ in the daily life of human beings isn't enough.
I don't know what he'll grow up to be. I'm glad this is his beginning.