Baptism

I was working as a priest in a Mexican American parish in north Brownsville. One Saturday morning, with more than 30 children to baptize, a woman pulls me aside. She whispered, “Please baptize my daughter in English. She doesn’t speak Spanish.”

The baby was two months old.

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