photo by blake spencer - mo ranch/hunt,tx
yesterday we renewed our
vows of baptism...
walking to the water
to touch and hear again the
words of promise and life.
and i remembered these stories:
i remember the young woman
who did not grow up in a church
but was marrying a man who had been
a member of the church
"i want the first thing i do as a married woman
is be baptized and join the church."
so she was.
on her day of wedding
kneeling in her beautiful dress
water dripping down her forehead
"i believe, i belong."
two faithful women
presenting their wheel chair bound daughter
surrounded by the children of the church
discovered the grace of having a home.
a middle aged couple...
he was raised jewish,
she not raised with faith...
knelt down and were baptized together...
standing up they said,
"we found our home."
seven year old girl
with unique gifts some consider to be disabilities...
when baptized she loudly yelled to the speaking of her name...
her yes resonated
and planted a new beginning.
after our renewal
and when i was at home
i received a text sharing the story of a grandson
at his baptism.
during the prayer the young boy
dipped his hand into the font
and doused his head with water again
to this the grandmother writes:
seems to just fall on us
and we can feel it
with no apparent effort on our part.
but sometimes we have to reach for the
grace that is there,
within our grasp, for the
sometimes we have to