My focus is on what the Catholic Church teaches , and how it applied to my own case - to my own soul. The mother was a very close friend of mine . She had originally been married within the Catholic Church but sadly the marriage of two wonderful persons eventually fell apart.
I was asked to ensure that her infant daughter she bore several years subsequently, would
“receive some sort of religious education if something ever happens to me.”
That was an easy enough promise to make. But to attend the baptism into another Christian denomination of her daughter, standing close to the font with that intention – in the absence of a godfather , unless I’m wearing a big sign for all to see which says :
[SIGN] I’m only a Christian witness to this Baptism – I’m not her godfather” [/SIGN]
. . . it just isn’t right – because it conveys an erroneous impression about our Catholic faith . So frankly I personally* wouldn’t *be able to *do it all over again *for several reasons – even if there were also godparents or sponsors present first – so there could be no mistaken impression.
Here’s the clincher:
Part of the “ceremony” involved a “communion service” ( cut squares of processed bread slices with little 1 ounce plastic cups of grape juice - :doh2: . . .

uch: ) . That’s something I hadn’t anticipated – no one had told me about this , and it was precisely then I realized that I was squarely planted in the **worst place ** with the
best of intentions. I abstained from what would’ve amounted to a sacrilege for me . . . and I have yet to find the right words which could ever aptly describe the expression on her pastor’s face (he knew I was a Catholic) while he watched me passing on their little tray of cut bread squares and grape juice without consuming any.
I love my friends - but I’m not so crazy about what they were unwittingly doing to my Catholic soul with their requests.
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( @ SAVINGRACE : Sorry about that : I managed to drift away a little from the main topic ) .