Godparents to Godfriends

On the night of the Easter Vigil, however, rituals and traditions that go back thousands of years swept over me and my new godchild as she stepped into the baptismal font. My goddaughter is only a few years younger than me, a mother of two teenagers, a woman with a career and friends and rituals of her own. Like many adult converts of our generation, her entry into Catholicism required years of discerning, exploring, questioning, rationalizing the irrational and committing to the inexplicable. I was there for part of that journey, and eventually we became good friends.