My eight-year-old daughter was baptized on Sunday. It was so beautiful.And I was awed. Watching her smile, laugh, go under and then rise from the water was a brand new experience for me—an encounter with the Kingdom like none other I’ve stumbled on. It was a thin place. A whiff of Love. A taste of Light. Like the smell of a sea you can’t yet see or the scent of desert rain still a ways off yet sure to come. Like a shimmer of light in Lorien or a depth of green in Narnia. Something not to be grasped but simply walked in. Like a mist, only one of fine crystals of diamonds, glimmering and sure.
It was so beautiful.