Monday, September 13, 2010

cold clear water

The preacher said the water in Clear Creek won't wash away your sins, it is just a picture of what is happening in your life right now, it is up to you to carry it out, see it through.

But as each one got dunked into the cold mountain water to the applause of those gathered on the bank, I couldn't help but think of all those sins washing downstream.

There were 8 people who got baptised yesterday, one was our granddaughter, Racheal.

Seeing other family generations gather together reminded me that something was missing - I don't know if they were looking down on us or not, but I can almost see the smiles on the faces of those gone before us - our own parents and grandparents - they would have liked this simple ceremony even if they were only 'sprinkled' Methodists. Sometimes it is no fun being the oldest generation left here.

It felt good to be part of a community, seeing old neighbors and new ones. The symbolism, the ritual, the cold water, the immersion, the faith, the fellowship, the love... all were felt on that creek bank on a warm Sunday afternoon.


Sandy said...

Hi, I was surfing blogland, trying to find quilters in my area -- so far you seem to be the closest, but not actually. I live in Americus (2 hrs south of Atlanta) and was looking for some quilt clubs closer to home.
Enjoyed your blog and loved the picture of callaway Gardens - that's one of my favorite places to visit.

Kermit said...

Being saved is the most important, but there is something about being in the creek that is full of life and think about the live's that have walked, played, bathed, fished, drink, and the generations that have been had their baptism there. Really something alright.