Granddaughter’s baptism was hardly a quiet affair

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Posted: Friday, September 7, 2018 6:00 am

Catholic baptisms are generally pretty solemn affairs.

Quiet, for the most part.

Pretty routine, I’m guessing.

The parish priest who administered the baptism of my granddaughter, Kate, had his first dealing with a Nelson infant, I expect.

After Kate’s baptism, I’m guessing it’ll be his last baptism. I could be wrong, knowing how forgiving priests are, but then I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t already left the priesthood.

It started with a cell phone unchecked at the front door. It was the Baker-DA’s, which is how I fell into “Baptism Under Fire, Literally,” is what some are calling it, I’m told.

That would be the guests, no doubt.

We were 20 minutes into the baptism and accompanying rites when Barb’s phone rang, quietly of course, but everyone knew it was a cell announcing its unplanned, unwarranted and unwanted presence.

My wife nonchalantly started digging in her purse for the cell; impatiently, I grabbed for it; the phone squirted out of our hands and into the air, ringing and spiraling toward the pews ahead of us.

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