After the Israelites were freed from slavery, God chose Moses to be the construction foreman for building a place of worship, referred to as “The Dwelling.” After the materials were gathered and the construction completed, God commanded Moses to prepare for the consecration of Aaron as God’s chief priest. Every detail was spelled out from how to set up the table, where to place the Gold Altar of Incense, how to hang the curtain at the entrance, and everything that needed to be anointed with oil.
Through my work in the church, I’ve had the privilege of assisting in planning for ordinations, consecrations, commission services, baptisms, weddings, and funerals. However, none of them touched my heart as did the baptismal service I witnessed yesterday. My son, dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, walked down the steps into a portable pool (that resembled a large animal watering troth). There a pastor in waders welcomed him into his arms, prayed and spoke words I could not hear, and gently lowered him backwards into the water. When he lifted him out of the water, Michael’s face glistened and warm tears flowed down my cheeks.
Even though Michael experienced baptized as an infant, he chose to receive the cleansing water for his soul and to become part of the community in which he worships. I believe in “one baptism for the remission of my sins,” but there’s nothing in the Bible that says we can’t get too much of a good thing.
Dear Lord, bless those who choose to be baptized into their new-found faith. Amen.