John the Baptist reminds me of why I put little faith in Vatican 2.
Prior to the birth of my second child I was busy fighting with priests/bishops in several states regarding the blessed sacrament of Baptism. The church required a fee and participation in a mandatory class in order to get my child baptized. I fought this abomination at every level that I could as it was dead wrong.
My premature, un-bapatized daughter was less than a month old and with company present I stood up out of the blue, cut off conversation as God called me to attend to my dying daughter - his angel. I calmly called my husband to attend to her while I went to the phone to call 911. My company was in hysterics as they were yelling that she was blue and cold regardless of my husband's attempts to breathe life back into her.
It took 11 rings for a 911 operator to pick up but the only thing on my mind was that the church refused to baptize this blessed being. Little time but a long conversation with God. She was diagnosed with SIDS and failure to thrive but not a scar as she is a miracle in which God interceded because the church failed and he knew me because I knew him.
22 years later, others speak of her good soul, and I faintly smile knowing that she is not mine but God's angel.
I don't have the answers to why God allowed 4 decades of hell on earth but I do know he is back with a vengeance and the church is correcting its errors. Pray the Rosary!!! She never misguides us!
Wow! What a story!
I kept expecting you to say that you went ahead and baptized your infant. I did, for one of my five children; he was turning blue in an oxygen tent, no less!)