That was different!
We were invited to attend the baptism of my cousin’s son. A Greek baptism.
We were completely unsure of where to stand, what to touch or who to greet. I mean out. of. our. place.
Thankfully we got a card when we walked in. So nicely done and explaining the meaning of everything that was to happen. That little boy was blessed, prayed for, undressed, bathed, dressed for an hour. An entire service just for him. For HIS baptism. No other babies.
I can’t believe I didn’t have my camera there. The lighting was perfect. I could have taken brilliant photos but also because it is almost impossible to explain in words. The church is beautiful. The respect everyone has is touching. I love the tradition and meaning behind everything.
Everything. It was such an amazing experience!
I’m so used to our baptisms where there’s at least 5 kids and the minister hardly has time to mention the child’s names.
An entire hour. Just for him.
Afterwards there was no tea and small cake at Ouma’s house. It was a proper sit down lunch. Pudding en alles. Proper.
Wow. What an amazing experience.
What a blessed little boy. There must have been more than 150 people there. For him.