I owe nothing to the religion from a sunny day in June 2001. After a violent volley of rice in the figure and placed a kiss on the lips of a brand new wife, I decided that the good god and I were even. It was without counting the children to come!
Until then I had been patient see philosopher. In any case tolerant. I had accommodated the concept of a church wedding. For love of the beautiful, out of respect for my new family, I accepted this little discussion with the priest, then these few appointments with a local clam frog who was preparing for the sacrament of marriage.
There was also memorable for preparing this Sunday, in a cloister in the company of other couples, for intense debate, led by deacons on the theme of living together, sexuality, children, faith and all ... It was mandatory. So I decided not to flinch. It saw me twisting two or three times the nose during the day. But I did it discreetly. I was making real efforts.
The wedding was very beautiful, so Christian, rustic, Mediterranean in a small church adorned with shale in the shade of olive trees. The picture was nice but now I will refuse any religious interference in my life. I'll make a point of honor.
Very quickly, I told my dear and loving light of this technicality in spiritual j'érigeais unassailable personal choice. I had a right to smile, few winks and a simple question:
- And the baptism of the child?
- And the baptism of the child?
In fact the problem would soon arise. My wife and I were able to quickly evade the question itself is of a very soft religiosity, but did not count on the overwhelming weight of family tradition.
must say that from my side beautiful family, I served copiously question priests. I had fallen into another world, far removed from the general relaxation that characterized the religious sentiment in my own family. In short, I spent a world of unbelievers to the true believers, practitioners, faith deep in the body since the Merovingian. In this context, I was operating as a tourist.
They fascinated me. Mass almost every Sunday, crucifixes in the bedrooms, "discrete" blank plaster here and there, miraculous water from Lourdes in the plastic jar (vintage 1986), bread that is signed before the break and excellent relationship with "Monsieur le Cure."
children, including my wife, had all levels in private education, attending during much of their boarding school improbable run by religious Catalan tough and surly. Some cousins of my age had even attended catechism up to 16 years.
Do not misunderstand, this is a sincere faith, enlightened, rural, respectable, which looks nothing like the stereotype of the Catholic-traditional families rabbits Versailles, pleated skirts and shorts .
Do not misunderstand, this is a sincere faith, enlightened, rural, respectable, which looks nothing like the stereotype of the Catholic-traditional families rabbits Versailles, pleated skirts and shorts .
tolerant by nature I can stand without too much trouble these spiritual traditions when I visit my beautiful family, I love that remains of infinite kindness to me.
Anyway, by marrying Madam, I could not unpack it as my position very clear on the Catholic religion, the Pope and all the hoopla that accompanies it. I would have gone for a son-in-thankless and unpleasant. There was no question.
I took the party to sit on my own when I was atheist beliefs with them. With the beautiful family we can not speak of politics, or religion. It's better this way.
Anyway, by marrying Madam, I could not unpack it as my position very clear on the Catholic religion, the Pope and all the hoopla that accompanies it. I would have gone for a son-in-thankless and unpleasant. There was no question.
I took the party to sit on my own when I was atheist beliefs with them. With the beautiful family we can not speak of politics, or religion. It's better this way.
So Louis came, our eldest. The first months, the issue of baptism was not an issue really. But time was against us. About six months baby, her mother made an attempt to falsely naive test me.
- He'll have to see for baptism, a small family meal, grilled or ...
She did not finish his sentence. I remembered my absolute veto on the matter. I had indeed agreed to get married in a church for love and not to offend person (of course also for decorum baroque and romantic cliche) but on the question of baptism, I would not move one iota. I wanted you let my children outside of it. The Mass was said!
- He'll have to see for baptism, a small family meal, grilled or ...
She did not finish his sentence. I remembered my absolute veto on the matter. I had indeed agreed to get married in a church for love and not to offend person (of course also for decorum baroque and romantic cliche) but on the question of baptism, I would not move one iota. I wanted you let my children outside of it. The Mass was said!
Discussion repeatedly failed to turn into an argument. But I yielded not. Yet I felt the dilemma in the minds of my little woman, uncomfortable with the idea of breaking the family tradition and would have to be explained with severe instances, beginning with his grandmothers .
Still, stubborn, I finally convinced her. We'd play dead, hoping that by dint of silence, the message would be required in the family. There would be no baptism point bar.
Still, stubborn, I finally convinced her. We'd play dead, hoping that by dint of silence, the message would be required in the family. There would be no baptism point bar.
Time passed. And for the first anniversary of Louis, he had a family meal, or rather beautiful family. I went suddenly and without that I really expect it, feeling a little dryly weight of tradition.
At the end of one of these rustic meals washed down with wine which is customary in the village, I sipped my coffee. We finished dessert. I dipped down into my cup and only stayed at that time at the table that the female figures of the beautiful family. Grandmother, aunt, stepmother, wife. All nuclei matriarchal complete. The area was mined.
At the end of one of these rustic meals washed down with wine which is customary in the village, I sipped my coffee. We finished dessert. I dipped down into my cup and only stayed at that time at the table that the female figures of the beautiful family. Grandmother, aunt, stepmother, wife. All nuclei matriarchal complete. The area was mined.
The fateful question, some feared, ended up falling as sharply as a sugar thrown from the second floor and diving into my hot coffee. She was asked by the supreme authority in the matter, Grandma. That we do not upset about this topic here.
"And then this little? You baptize when?" . The question was straightforward and direct. It imposed silence for the whole table. Grandma spoke to her granddaughter, Mrs. my wife.
An angel passes, then another, then a whole squadron. He only needed the Patrouille de France. There was little that the Grandfather to break the silence but I think even she stopped at that time!
I look at my wife who looks at his plate, peony. She mumbles something thing and then eventually articulate an answer:
- Not Grandma, there will be no baptism, we do not baptize Louis . It ended with an embarrassed smile.
- Not Grandma, there will be no baptism, we do not baptize Louis . It ended with an embarrassed smile.
And even respond tit for tat like a clap of thunder " You do not baptize? (!) But you dealing with this evil child! "
I swallowed a good shot to get this burst painful. I clenched my teeth in a grin that I could not repress. It's not much a beautiful son, do not believe it!
My poor wife was discomfited and I already saw his eyes redden. On his small shoulders, generations of ancestors scream seemed to infamy!
Beautiful Mother and Auntie, who were clearing the table, had remained frozen, like statues, waiting for that lightning certainly fall on this impudent. Their head in their shoulders and returned the plates were suspended. There was one that would spend a quarter of an hour dirty! I had to intervene.
My poor wife was discomfited and I already saw his eyes redden. On his small shoulders, generations of ancestors scream seemed to infamy!
Beautiful Mother and Auntie, who were clearing the table, had remained frozen, like statues, waiting for that lightning certainly fall on this impudent. Their head in their shoulders and returned the plates were suspended. There was one that would spend a quarter of an hour dirty! I had to intervene.
Here for the first time in several years country meals, I allowed myself to give my opinion on this taboo subject, visceral in these places, that is religion. I had a simple answer and a few ready is true. He had only to break the glass in case of emergency. I made my coming out.
- Grandma does not scold me that it will not.
- And why? (!) In asking myself she jumped in her chair and opened her little hands. Grandma rolled the R with wonder. What made the situation as comical as flowers.
- Because at the Children's Home where I work, I see children every day unhappy, penalties unimaginable suffering, terrible stories, but I ever see the good god. Also I do not want my children to be baptized.
I was brief. I finished with a smile, but no skull. I wanted to avoid blasphemy for obvious diplomatic reasons. Low profile rigor.
I was brief. I finished with a smile, but no skull. I wanted to avoid blasphemy for obvious diplomatic reasons. Low profile rigor.
Both my wife took a flight of green wood, as I felt relatively unscathed. Meme evident in its hardness and famous on this subject, seemed somewhat taken aback by my response. It saved me a derogatory remark that in any event I would have immediately forgiven (I was going to say a good Christian!) I forgive all this Grandma nice. Anyway I did not want to support the debate too long.
And I was finally rescued in the wake of the good aunt, to distract and confuse the in holy water, clutch on the painful subject of children placed away their parents. The auntie was just as shocked as Grandma, but she had reached out to get me out of this mess.
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