I wonder how many of us remember our own baptisms. Maybe some were baptized as adults like Jesus was as you remember it well. But if you grew up in this branch of Christ’s church, chances are you were sprinkled not dunked. And you were a baby. If you’ve forgotten, let me remind of how it might have gone.
Your parents decided they wanted to raise you in the faith of Jesus Christ and in the community of Christian church. They spoke to their elder, and then to the minister. The minister might have spoken for a while about the family of God. About the covenant of grace. How far reaching it is. The minister might have quoted from Peter in the book of Acts, Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For this promise is for you and for your children….”
If you were a girl, perhaps your parents bought you a lovely dress or you wore one passed down in the family. If you were a boy, maybe a tiny suit. Whichever, you can be sure your mother was praying you wouldn’t scream when they passed you over to the minister.
If you don’t remember the day, then let me remind you. Everyone was gathered. Your families‘ friends. Maybe grandparents. A whole church family was there. They prayed for you. The promised to remember and to support you. They poured some water. An elder from the church might have said something. The minister would have read, and prayed a little more. Water has poured over your head and you were baptized in the name of Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
And, o yeah, one more thing,
the whole time,
the whole time,
as a little baby,
there in the presence of God,
surrounded and supported by a whole lot of other people,
you were held.
Some things never change.
Thanks be to God.