Maisie's baptism.

We baptized our girl last Sunday - a small celebration with family and community in our small church on the edge of the city. It is a welcoming of sorts, this sprinkling of water. A naming: she is an acknowledgement of grace, of a covenant. She is entrusted, but not belonging to us. She, and we, are members of something so much greater (more purposeful, more permanent) than ourselves. Child of light, this Maisie girl.

One day she will ask about her baptism, and I will tell her this:
By grace, you were gifted this name and this seat at the table. You decide to pull up your chair, fill your plate, pass the salt. You decide how to use this great gift of a life.

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