I thought a lot today about baptism, as today is the day the Church honors the baptism of Jesus. And when I think about that–his baptism in the Jordan River by John–I also think of the baptisms of my own children. Here, three years ago, Maggie joyfully almost jumped from my husband’s arms to the water. She was so happy to do it and needed no coaxing. There were no tears (And that says a lot because she wasn’t that sort of baby any other time; she cried almost all the time). Here, in this photo, in that moment, she was the most expectant and joyful baby I’ve ever seen be baptized and we all marveled at what it meant for her.
Here, on a cold day close to this time of year, she met the water. So fresh from God, she knew what it meant. She knew it meant redemption and forgiveness and life. She knew she came from water and to water, she was happy to return. She remembered her God and gladly accepted his invocation–his invitation.
I love this photo. I love baptism. Both are joy personified.
May we never forget the joy or the gift of baptism.