Rex wrote:Two Baptisms
On June 13th
the Seaqaqa Elders had a baptism of a young man living in Naduna,
Viliame. The former Branch President of Naduna had a daughter being
baptized as well, Kalisi. We were in charge of making and printing the program.
Naduna was a branch for two years, but as members have moved away or quit
coming, it is now a “Group” under the Labasa Branch so President St. John is
their Branch President, and the baptisms are under Labasa Branch authority. The
elders planned to have Brother Jone, the group leader from Naduna, preside and
conduct the meeting. At the last minute, they found he could not make it. They quickly
called around in the Labasa branch to get someone to take charge. All the Branch
Presidency were out of town or busy. Finally, Elder Kumar, our district leader,
suggested they ask the mission leader to take the responsibility. He accepted. We
had to wait at our flat for the name to put on the programs and print them
here. It was time to start when we got to the church. Pictures had just been
taken, and the parents of the little girl asked the elders where her dress was.
They didn’t have one. It was a member baptism and should have been taken care
of by the Primary President. The Naduna Group is not organized for that yet.
The Labasa Elders said, “Drive us to our flat. We have a baptismal dress.” We
hopped into the truck, drove to their apartment, and got the dress. As we got
out of the truck at the church, Elder d’Aquin said, “The dress is for a grown
lady. It is the only one we have, and we only have one safety pin.”
By this time it was
one half hour past starting time. They tried the dress on the little girl. The
sleeves were over a foot past the end of her hands. The bottom of the dress
looked like a wedding dress with over two feet on the ground and the neck line
was low, very low. The little girl was almost in tears.
I tried to cheer her
up by saying, “It looks like a princess wedding dress.” It didn’t help.
Sister Kora said, “We
have a smaller dress at our flat. It is still for a lady, but a much shorter one.”
The parents said, “No
worries.This one is fine.”
They took pictures in
the long dress.
Most of us went into
the chapel to start the baptismal service. Betty was feeling sorry for the poor
little girl. She looked so sad, Sister Kora went to work. She is an artist. About
five minutes later, the little girl appeared in the chapel with a better-fitting
dress. The sleeves were to her elbows. The bottom hem was at her knees, and the
neck was just right. We were told later that Sister Kora and the mother had
rolled the sleeves up on the inside. The bottom of the dress was rolled up
inside to her chest with the sash tied around her waist to hold it up. They
used the one safety pin in the back to tighten the neckline.
All was set.
After the prayers and
the songs, as we headed to the font, Sister Woodward insisted that more
pictures be taken in the tailored dress. They were. The little girl still did
not smile. I think she was afraid of the water.
Elder Nuku from New
Zealand baptized the teenage young man first. After the prayer, Elder Nuku took
the young man down and back up so quickly that the water splashed out and the
resulting waves went over the edge two more times after. It was so quick that the
water barely had time to fill in over the top when he went down. He had been
totally immersed, but not very long. It was the quickest baptism I have ever
seen.
The father didn’t have
his own white sulu so he had to wait for the Viliame to change and borrow the
one the elders had provided him. As he and the little girl went down the steps
into the water, she had a terrified look on her face. Her father was so gentle
with her. Still she was very afraid. When all was ready, he slowly laid her
into the water and lovingly brought her back out. There was hardly a ripple in
the water. It was so sweet. The contrast between the two was stark. One was a
strong brotherly baptism and the other a soft father-daughter baptism. Both
were done to perfection the first time.
Such a spiritual baptism! |
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