Ten weeks old. That's Little Zach. Down in Fulham, London this very morning. He is wearing the new outfit that Shirley and I bought for him over the weekend. It has got three soldiers embroidered on it - just like the guards at Buckingham Palace.
Though Zach has got two aunties and five uncles, he has only got three cousins. Of course there are Phoebe and Margot up here in Yorkshire but also ten year old Alexander - the only son of Sarah's oldest brother and his American wife who live in west London. Maybe there will be one or two more cousins in the future.
It looks as though Zach will be christened in the springtime. Neither of my children were christened as religion does not really figure in our lives. However, I am sure that this land had birth ceremonies long before Christianity found its way here from continental Europe.
And that is how I will view the process - a gathering of blood relatives and friends to welcome the little fellow to the world. I would be very happy to lead the christening service with non-religious verbiage:-
"Friends and family members... We are gathered here today on this fine spring morning to welcome Baby Zach into our world. In him we invest much love and hope for the future. As years pass, he will inhabit a distant land called The Future where some of us will not travel.
Let us give thanks to Zach's parents Sarah and Ian for his arrival and for providing him with love, safety and a comfortable home. Let the rest of us support them in the process of parenting by supplying them with good wishes, time, kindly thoughts and practical support. Let us know when to speak and when to keep quiet. And let there be laughter and patience around Zach as he grows."
See. The Christian balderdash is unnecessary.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/op7D6md
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