A Falling Down Life

I have a lot of questions and qualms. Sometimes I am suspicious of Paul ( the Apostle, not my uncle) and there are times that without question, I know nothing about God at all.

I can’t commit to a church. I am judgemental. I want to be a Chief more than an Indian.(unless of course it’s Chiefs you need, then I am just too lazy or unprepared for real responsibility and play the part of renegade cowboy(girl) instead.) I question the way church has been done yet I am reluctant to embrace doing things too differently. I like coffee house atmospheres in church but have strict expectations about “money changing in the temple” (I rebuke the selling of Thomas Kincade prints in church by the ‘thority vested in me alone )~I have none such authority~

Despite all of this, regardless of what flavor our worship is on any given Sunday(Saturday is fine by me too!) baptisms never fail to move me.

For me, it is JUST like watching a newborn baby take their first breath.

After I had my children, I lost the ability to watch documentaries about pregnancy and newborns without weeping. When I see a baby born-any baby-I am reflexively pulled back to my own experiences and emotions.It is a powerful moment to witness that first wailing breath. I couldn’t aptly describe it with words (not yet anyhow) but it is a knowing of sorts.

That same knowing, but about different things, surges through me when I see someone being baptized, especially through earnest means, like in a swimming pool, or hot tub.

I never grow tired of seeing people-any people-baptized, It is a powerful moment to witness these first steps, these first gasps at life. There is a knowing, as well as hope, love, and giddy inspiration.

Momentum in Ohio put together a montage of recent baptisms that I especially liked when I ran across it. I especially dig its arrangement with Coldplay’s Fix You ( a recent addition to myPod)

“…behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!”