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I sat last night after I got home, thinking about the events almsot three decades ago and wondered why this had upset me after so many years…I agree with your points…I would like to add, for me to have the “choice” of how I would raise my child in the faith he had been born into ripped from me in those last few minutes of his life would have been devestating on a level way deep down inside.I don’t like posting on controversial topics since I usually get blasted, but here it goes anyways.
Now, I don’t have children, but I do understand Publisher’s point. A few years ago a close friend of mine had a child that suffered brain damage during the birthing process. Long story short, we sat with him for days as he died. It was awful. Now my friend is a neo-pagan (for lack of a better term). If someone had baptized her son, she would have been livid, because she doesn’t believe in God in the same sense we do. I could imagine that it would just compound the devastation and betrayal that she already felt.
If you’ve never sat with someone as their child is dying, or have lost a child yourself, to frame it in terms of love - well, you just don’t understand. Love is holding the mom as she cries. Love is going with her to get the urn for her firstborn child. Love is letting her talk about him incessantly for hours, just listening. Love is not forcing beliefs on a person in their hour of grief and despair. It’s about showing love, being love for that person - and trust that God will look after the child.
I only had my son in this world for a few short minutes…we weren’t even given the “comfort” of holding him while he lived…to consider that someone would have decided for our child that we weren’t “Christian enough” to do what is best for him…we weren’t the “right kind” of Christians…we didn have his best interests at heart and because we were the “wrong” Christians anyways, that someone had to step in and take over for us since we had “no clue” to what he really needed religiouosly would have been a wound difficult to bear at a time when all we had was our faith in God that “He does all things well”…to place our child in the merciful loving Hands of God and commend our child to His loving care was all we could do…and to have “someone” tell us…"That’s not good enough…that’s not loving enough…You don’t care enough for your child to have him baptized while there was still time…“We felt the few seconds it took baptizing your child was worth denying him the few seconds of care to save him.”
If any of you haven’t lost a child…you have no idea the loss…the emptyness you feel when you return back to your home and have to pack up the crib and drawer full of baby clothes and plan his memorial…you thought that when you returned home it would be one of joy and celebration…instead it’s one of despair…pain…loss…and the only comfort was that our child was now in the Presence…and as people of faith who had anticipated the joy of raising a child in the faith…to take our child before the Meeting and have him recorded as a “birthright member” in the Society of Friends…now while we could have him recorded as a “birthright” member…we also had to record him as “deceased”…but to know that small comfort too WAS RIPPPED from us by someone of another faith tradition…for by baptizing our child the well intentioned Catholic had made the decision to make our child a member of his faith tradition…we wouldn’t have believed he was of course…but the thought that the Catholic would have smiled in their smugness that THEY SAVED our child because we were “ignorant” Quakers…would have been hurtful…
I’m surprised that few Catholics see that…