The Godfather....

I have been asked to be the Godfather for Emily. The ceremony was booked to be on the 9th January. What a super start to the New Year. On the 6th we attended the church to sort things out with the local Pastor at Krokop evangelical church. After a brief meeting it was all agreed and we were to be at the church on Sunday for 10.00am.
Sunday came, Lesley and Billy had invited about 40 of their friends for the event, including quite a few children. The service was fantastic. Forget the old fashioned hymns that most of us remember. This was proper 'Happy Clappy' stuff. Most started with the feet tapping, then clapping and by the end of the first hour almost everyone was for it full bore singing along like 'gud uns'.
There was a four piece band playing and it was notebooks a rock concert than a traditional service.















Half way through the service we had the 'child dedication' Lesley, Billy, Emily and Charlotte (the Godmother) and myself had to get up on the stage and commit to bringing Emily up in the right and proper way.



A sermon followed then the baptism of three church members. This involved the full immersion in water. A screen was pulled back and revealed what can only be described as a small swimming pool. A cleric got into the pool and one by one the three youngsters walked into the pool, were blessed and then dunked in the water.
It was a great experience, made even more special by the friendliness of the congregation. I may well go again!!!!



After the service we all went back to the Boat Club where a buffet lunch had been provided and 40 bottles of champagne. Given there were 40 guests (about 15 of them being under then legal age to consume alcohol) that left the distinct possibility of a messy afternoon.

Needless to say, I overdid it. I ended up going into town with Nick, the assistant head at the camp school, getting absolutely smashed on Champers, then wine, then beer. I remember doing a 45 minute set of duets in a local Miri Karaoke bar. Having some food at a local eatery and getting home at turned three. Not wanting to wake anyone up, I slept in the garden, managed to convince two local police officers that I wasn't a peeping tom or a wannabe burglar and finally sleeping on a trampoline. I got bitten about 50 times.

I was woken up at 6 by the rain, took refuge on a sun lounger under the verandah and finally got in the house at 7.30.

Certainly a night to remember!!!!



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