One thing about being Lutheran, our faith tends to be a slow and steady burn. Like the coals in a campfire. There isn't always a burst of flame, like a born-again moment. Each person's faith evolves over time and works itself out. Still, these landmark occasions are important and special. There isn't very much I'd rather be doing than celebrating the faith of my kid.
If there was a born again moment perhaps it was farther back. . . I don't know. In 2008 I visited the little Catholic church, St. Michaels, in Záhori Village, where my great, great, great, great, great, great--well I don't know how many greats--grandparents worshipped and took communion in the Czech Republic. My mom and my sister and I took communion there at that same ancient rail. I felt the true meaning of the communion of saints. Generation to generation.
Calvin had eight great grandparents and four grandparents with a legacy of strong faith. He has two parents with strong faith. Aunts. A sister. A cousin. Pastors. A church. He has a cloud of witnesses, that is for sure.
God bless you Calvin, today and always. Let your light shine. You are a blessing to me, to Daddy, to Mary, and to so many people!
Here are Calvin's verses:
For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.
I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.
And here is Calvin's prayer:
Dear God, thank you for the divine giftss of life and faith and for the people around me that help me develop these gifts. Help me to live my life to the fullest, according to your plan for me. Let me always bring joy to those around me and guide me as I continue on my journey of faith. Amen.