When Ericka and I were expecting our first child, we found ourselves navigating a complex and often disheartening landscape while seeking a church that would embrace us for who we are as a same-sex couple. As we embarked on this deeply personal journey, we faced the dual challenge of finding a community that not only valued our love but also would joyously welcome our soon-to-arrive baby into the fold of faith. With a myriad of churches to choose from, each with diverse beliefs and interpretations of scripture, we sifted through potential places of worship, attending services and reaching out to pastors in hopes of finding one that resonated with our inclusive values. It wasn’t merely about the baptism; it was about creating a supportive environment for our family and ensuring that our child would be blessed in a setting that celebrated diversity and love.
Having been raised in the Catholic faith, our first visit to a church was at St. Pius X, where we would occasionally attend mass. When we approached the priest to request the baptism of our child, he outright refused, citing the Bible’s rejection of same sex couples. This refusal not only impacted on our wish to mark our child's initiation into the faith community but also highlighted the wider issues surrounding acceptance and inclusivity in religious organizations. Denied a traditional ceremony that many parents cherish, we were compelled to reflect on our perspectives regarding love, spirituality, and grace. Ultimately, we decided to explore various churches until we discovered one that resonated with us.
As we embarked on our quest to locate a church that was both open and welcoming for our child's baptism, we encountered a range of theological beliefs and community traditions that posed a significant challenge. In our outreach to different congregations, we came across the Lutheran perspective, which permitted just one of us to participate in the baptism ceremony, reflecting a traditional view on parental roles and spiritual responsibilities. This meant that my role as a mother would remain unrecognized, leading us to keep searching. When we connected with the Methodists, we found a more inclusive environment; however, they stipulated that Ericka would be designated as the mother, while I would only be considered a sponsor. This clearly was not acceptable to us, and so our search persisted. The varying practices across the different churches tested our patience and resolve, but it also deepened our bond as we supported each other through the challenges we faced, reinforcing the idea that family is defined not just by societal norms, but by the love and commitment we nurture together.
One sunny Sunday, my friend Christine suggested we try out the First Central Congregational Church, emphasizing the warmth and community spirit she had experienced there. As we entered the church’s large oak doors, we were greeted by a charming older lady, Cheryl, whose warm smile radiated genuine kindness. With her short silver hair and round glasses, Cheryl seemed like the embodiment of warmth and wisdom, happily chatting with folks as they arrived. Alongside her was little Grant, a five-year-old bundle of energy with bright eyes and a contagious giggle, eager to show us around. He took our hands and led us into the vibrant atmosphere of the church, introducing us to a few other friendly faces along the way. From the walls hung colorful banners, each one a vibrant testament to the creativity and faith of the church community that crafted them, transforming the space into a tapestry of inspiration. As the sun streamed through the intricately designed stained glass windows, the light danced across the sanctuary, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to breathe life into the sacred space. As we settled into a pew, surrounded by a delightful mix of ages and experiences, I couldn't help but feel that this community was a perfect blend of joy and support, promising new friendships and memorable moments. The combination of Cheryl's nurturing presence and Grant's playful spirit set the tone for a truly heartwarming gathering, leaving us eager to explore the upcoming services and activities together.
After attending a few Sunday services, we approached Pastor Winston with a mix of excitement and anxiety. As we shared our wish to have our baby baptized, we also voiced our concerns about being a family with two moms in a traditionally conservative setting. To our relief, he greeted our request with a broad smile and an enthusiastic nod. He embraced our family's unique dynamics and recognized that love knows no bounds, stating that the baptism is a celebration of faith and love, not defined by the structure of a family. This acceptance and understanding filled us with joy, ensuring our little one would be welcomed into the church community, surrounded by love and support, beautifully symbolizing that faith, in its truest form, transcends societal norms. The moment felt like a significant step towards finding an inclusive community in which to raise our family.
The day of Joannis’s baptism was a beautiful convergence of family, faith, and love, and as Ericka and I stood together on the chancel, our hearts swelled with pride and joy. Surrounded by warm smiles and welcoming embraces, we were met with an overwhelming sense of community that celebrated not just the sacred rite of baptism but also the unconventional beauty of our family. The congregation, known for its open arms and inclusive spirit, offered us both recognition as Joannis's moms, affirming the love and commitment we would share in raising him. As we watched the gentle sprinkle of water on our son’s head, blessed by the pastor's heartfelt words, we felt the profound significance of this moment—not just as a religious milestone, but as a testament to the diverse tapestry of family in today’s world.
As the last strains of the hymn faded in the sanctuary, a comforting warmth enveloped us, silently assuring us that we were precisely where we were meant to be. Following the service, friends and family converged in Memorial Hall to wrap us in embraces and share heartwarming stories accompanied by refreshments. In that moment, surrounded by new companions and supporters, we began to understand the genuine purpose of our quest: it wasn’t solely about locating a church for a baptism; it was about finding a space that mirrored our principles, a place where our family's love was celebrated and cherished.
Gazing around as Joannis rested in the arms of both old and new friends, a sense of optimism for his future filled us. Our son would grow up in an environment that provided not only the gift of faith but also a community that honored his individuality—a community that appreciated the beauty of diversity. In this atmosphere, Ericka and I felt confident in our ability to flourish, raising Joannis with the love and values we treasured.
As we departed from the church, hand in hand and hearts overflowing with gratitude, I contemplated our journey in search of a church family. Although it had been a difficult path, those very challenges strengthened our bond and enhanced our determination. Together, we embraced the future with steadfast faith, prepared to build a home rich in love, acceptance, and vibrant belief—where each baptism, every celebration, and all life’s moments would reflect the beauty of family in all its diverse forms.
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