Breaking the surface...
Her baby blue eyes turned up and met mine as she whispered, “It’s pretty much everybody daddy.” Scanning the congregation she quickly realized the overwhelming number of people standing with their gaze fixed upon her. Moments earlier I asked them to stand if they had at any point in her life contributed in some spiritual way that led to the climax of this moment. She was drenched from the shoulders down and I, having given up on fishermen waders from bad experiences in the past, stood waist deep in the baptismal pool in shorts and a t-shirt. Looking out she was overwhelmed with the number of those who stood. Her mom and grandparents, church staff and white haired ladies (and men!) who had rocked her in the nursery as a newborn. Sunday school teachers. Prayer warriors. Sunday night small group leaders and members. Vacation Bible School teachers, recreation and craft leaders. I saw several who didn’t stand who could have....