Donning the mantle of godparent cannot be blamed on an accident it is both a gift and a choice in which the child has no voice.
If it is a decision lightly taken the deciders should awaken to the burden it imposes and the thorns of the roses.
An honor to the invited it might seem but think about what it means to the parents of that baby and how vital to them it may be.
For if this is to be your child it will not be for just a while but for a lifetime of growth and pains a multitude of joys and strains.
In a manner quite distinct you are asked to be linked to this person in the ups and downs to hear both tender and awful sounds.
And think of where you may wander in your journey out yonder how your beliefs might alter and your path might falter.
Wherever you go whatever you do know this person is joined to you through your good and bad breaks with all your missteps and mistakes.
And above all remember you are kin. You don’t lose. You don’t win. You are never never exiled from Love, for you are both God’s child.
This poem is occasioned partly by a recent deep sharing and conversation with the parents of our goddaughter who is now married with three children. They shared with us how our circuitous faith journey has affected them. It was not until I remembered my own hurts with the church to which we all belonged that I understood the depth of their hurt.