It was a fairly short discussion of who we would ask to be The Baby from Texas' Godparents. If you know these folks, you understand why. I told one of my friends, who has only briefly met The Godparents, and her immediate response was, "Man! I want them to be my kid's godparents too!"
They are the perfect pair to model faith for our child.
Her faith is quite intellectual and traditional. She is one of the smartest people I know. She knows all of the prayers. She knows the life stories of all of the saints. She takes vacations to do things like journal and pray with the monks in Vienna. Upon meeting The Boy from Texas and discussing horses with him, she marched over to me and announced "If you don't marry him, I will!" She has faithfully prayed for The Baby from Texas before he even existed, shares my love for the Washington National Cathedral, and devotion to the Infant of Prague. She also wears eccentric clothes, shares borderline inappropriate inside jokes, and knows where to throw in a good curse word.
His faith is quietly and unassumingly lived out. I don't know how often he goes to church on Sundays and I'm willing to bet that other than the Apostles, he can't name another saint. But I know that he lives his life being kind and patient and caring to others. I've watched for nearly a decade as he befriended every new person on our Family Ski Trip. By the time those three days were over, they all loved him and many had poured their heart to him and received an open ear and solid advice in return. And other than the lady who drafted him into the Army in the 1960's, whom he refers to as the Bug-Eyed B*$&%, I've never heard him utter a negative word about anyone else.
I find faith to be a fascinating thing. And I believe that different people practice and perfect their faith in different ways. Whether that be reading classic theology or giving someone life advice over a beer, the world needs faithful people. The Baby from Texas needs faithful examples. We're so glad that he has those in The Godparents.
