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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Thursday, September 01, 2005I'm only flesh and blood the new year then it seemed a fitting thing to do today, to visit a new-born baby, to see for the first time the boy who I've been asked to be godparent to in October. I'm a godparent to a couple of others, now well into their teens, and I'm a bit rubbish at it really. Like (I suspect) many other godparents, I don't entirely know what 'it' actually means. I work on it meaning what you think the parents want it to mean, but I guess some people might think that's a bit feeble.
It'll be interesting in a month's time to be on the receiving end of those tricky vicarly questions, to be the one having to make those troubling public vows. So I make a new year's resolution in September - to relaunch my godparenting role, to get ready for the interrogation:
Do you reject the devil and all rebellion against God?
If you want me to, but I'm not sure how long it'll last.
Do you renounce the deceit and corruption of evil?
If you tell me what that means I might do.
Do you repent of the sins that separate us from God and neighbour?
Most of them, but there's one or two I'm still quite fond of really.
Call yourself a vicar?
Don't try and trip me up, mate, I'm only flesh and blood.