It was a big weekend for us, a family christening. Naturally I’m conflicted here, giving some credence to the idea that faith-type decisions should be taken consciously not in the cradle. But a resounding argument for the affirmative was the church itself, a Blacket, chosen for its loveliness – the attenuated stone, the lingering incense, glancing light and evocative, time-polished liturgy. As our large and mostly heathen tribe traipsed in over the threshold almost everyone exhaled some involuntary version of “oh how beautiful!”
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