BAPTISM

My old pastor Len taught me a multitude of things from the pulpit, but one of the best has become habit over the years. He suggested that when we shower, we remember baptism - ours, our children's, Christ's own; the list goes on but I focus right in on my children, and it sure does me a heap of good. Thanks Len!

They are all wanderers in the desert, my children, and my heart aches for them to find the One who can and will love them as only He can, that way we all long to be loved. Fully considered, fully understood.  To be known by someone like that; isn't it what we all want?

It is miraculous to me that we get to give that love away -- to everyone we meet. In fact, we don't just get to, but our marching orders, as it were, are to love with complete abandon, even the most unlovable, preferably the most unlovable.  Why do we get to do that?! Maybe because once we experience Jesus' love, we want everyone to.

And so there is a constant and ever-changing flow of His love in all places, at all times. It seems to me that's one of the ways we see and live in the light, His light, now ours.

"The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God - children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God." John 1:9-13