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So today we gathered 45 or so friends and family members around the font in the back of our church and baptized Olivia. She was charming as usual and a little bemused to see everyone gathered around so. When she received the charism, she made a little delighted clap and beamed at us. She was not really happy with the water, though.

Overall, she seemed kind of nonplussed by the whole deal. If she could talk like my preteen she’d be all like, “Yeah, child of God, holy spirit. Like duh. And what the heck is “sin” anyway?” Olivia knows already, (not having learned to forget yet.) God knows. It was the rest of us standing around the font that needed to be reminded.

It occurs to me that all of the sacraments are for the rest of us to catch up with God. To remind ourselves of what She already knows, what we know deep down but keep forgetting, and what we therefore must constantly remind ourselves.

Except Olivia, newly annointed, who knows.