3 days ago
Thursday, June 28, 2012
At last year's baptism service Julia decided that she would like to be baptized. Her reasoning was thoughtful and passionate, her resolve unmoved as the year went on. Around January she decided that she would forgo the usual swim wear and asked if she might have a white dress, sure.
Saturday night, a whole year of patient waiting later, it was time. She, of the rosey summer cheeks and white dress, looked angelic. She was quiet and nervous and shyly raised her hand when asked "please raise your hand if you are being baptized".
We waded into the water. She answered a few last questions. Held her nose.
It was that simple, but far more profound than can be expressed here or anywhere but there.