Lucky Number 7

This past weekend we had our little guy Baptized. He was welcomed into the church that has been part of my husband's family for a very long time.

Before the service began, the Pastor came over to talk to us about what would happen. "A refresher course" was how she explained it since not too long ago we went through it with our daughter. As she was standing there speaking to us, she took the time to talk to the baby. He then proceeded to smile and coo at her. You would have thought they had a deep connection at that point. A connection that made him know he belonged in that church, with that Pastor.

This Pastor married us six years ago. It was her first wedding with two clergy members.

She knows my family.

She has dined at my parents table.

She always takes the time to welcome people by name into the church. It is rather quite touching.

But let me go back. So while she was talking to the baby, I was looking around the church. Not that I haven't looked many times before, however every time I go I find something new.

This day I focused on a stained glass window that had my husbands family name on it. Of course I have seen the window before, however maybe it was the baptism that caused me to look again.

As we went through the service, I focused on what I knew. I knew that I was going to be raising my children to be a part of this church family. I knew that they were open and welcoming and didn't care that I was Jewish. They only cared that we were happy and healthy and warm hearted.

After the sermon it was our turn to go up front for Beanies big moment. It was equally important to us and the Pastor that we bring Peanut with us. As the big sister she was very much a part of this.

After the prayers and speaking, he was welcomed into the church family. People came over to say hello and offer the congratulations.

While all this was happening I noticed our uncle talking to the Pastor and pointing to the window.

The very window I was noticing before.

After everyone sat down, I realized why they were talking about the window.

That window symbolized my husbands family and their beginnings.

It was at that moment that the congregation was informed that our children and our nephew were the 7th generation to become members of the church.

We had no idea.

Ok. Maybe I had no idea, my husband never let on if he had any idea or not.

We also found out that the land the cemetery extension sits on was donated by my husbands family to the church.

When visiting the cemetery there is a farm at the bottom of a huge hill. This farm belonged to my husbands family.

I don't believe in much and I don't consider myself a religious person. But some times things happen that can not be helped or orchestrated. They were meant to be.

Much like the connection my baby boy had with the Pastor at that very moment before the service.

He knew he belonged.