I didn’t grow up in church. I do however remember the day of my christening. I was about three years old.
My parents had neglected to have me ‘done’ when I was a baby. We were staying with friends in Brisbane. They had a son about my age, perhaps a little older. His name was Jack, and he was to be christened the next morning. Over a few beers too many my father decided to make it a double-header. Jack and I would be Christened together. Each set of parents being god-parents to the others’ kid. Read the rest of this entry »