they put her in a white robe.
it was her birthday.
eight years old.
it was easter and she had decided to get baptized.
i don’t know what to think about baptizing an eight year old. can a child really understand the decision that they are making? the commitment that they are proclaiming with the action of getting baptized in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit?
she took her shoes off.
i wonder why god told moses to take off his shoes?
what is it about holiness and bare feet?
i suppose my favorite people have a propensity to go around shoeless from time to time, or with the least possible slip of leather between them and the ground.
is it a job thing? from the dust we came, to the dust return?
why take off our shoes when we approach god?
not to defile?
who knows. all i know is that ella and i watched as one by one people were getting baptized – and then it was our turn.
the whole congregation sang happy birthday. it was easter sunday and she was wearing a white robe. she smiled to the moon and back.
before us only men had baptized the new converts. the pastor, fathers held their sons and their daughters. the moms stayed down in the pews and took pictures.
i held ella in my arms.
i said this to her, “eleanor – as your mother and as your sister in christ, it is my honor to baptize you in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit.”
and then i did.
who is it that can keep their promises to god?
who can understand what they’ve done when they surrender their lives to jesus christ when they stand vulnerable before him and offer the little they have?
not i said the fly.
and so yes. yes to the baptizing of my daughter by the hands of her mother at eight years of age. yes please and thank you.
thank you so much lord.