I am thankful that my parents baptized me as an infant because I cannot remember a time when I did not know the name of Jesus. Baptism gave me the forgiveness of my sins, sent the Holy Spirit to indwell me, and gave me the certainty of my eternal home with God in heaven. There is no greater gift they could have given me!
My parents followed my baptism with teaching. They taught me about Jesus through prayers recited before meals and at bedtime, and by reading books to me. When I was old enough, Catechism classes provided me formal teaching that took me through the steps of making my first confession and receiving my first communion. My mother made sure we attended church regularly during this time, although my father did not come with us.
I am not at all certain why we stopped attending church regularly after this. Yet, as I came to understand later in my journey, I already belonged to God. He never left me. The wandering and worldly ways that overtook me did not change this fact although they clouded my perception for a long time…(Link to Loss & Lost)