Let the Children Come
I remember Andrew before he was born. I met his parents when his mom was 7 months pregnant. --Funny story, actually: our first conversation was at a vegetarian restaurant that I was trying out for the first time, on Valentine's Day. I just happened to ask the couple sitting next to me for recommendations, or maybe they overheard my order and said, "YES, GO WITH THAT," and thus a friendship was born. It wasn't until the next Wednesday at evening service that I realized we attended the same church.
Andrew was born just before Easter. His first service at Redeemer was the Easter Vigil on Saturday night. There were candles, and singing, and I remember taking a photo, making sure that I captured him in it.
It's clear that Andrew is a child of our parish community because we've watched him grow.
Today, nearly two years later, he runs around carrying a prayer book, curious and mystified by our rector. It was the most endearing thing to see him standing at the alter, watching the blessing of the Sacrament. The whole church was smiling.
And so that was my happiest moment today.