March 7, 2024
There is a baptism this Sunday, and the pastor is thinking about how nothing reminds him of the slather of countless small miracles more than a baby at the font. There is grace etched in every step, every breath, and every heartbeat, and he knows no other act that recalls this so vividly as to see a young child receive a sacrament that is given so freely. It happened to rain the other day, and on his way to work, he turned up his face to the sprinkle, a sacred pause to feel the wetness on his forehead. There is wonder at every turn, the world in a grain of sand or drop of water, a mystery from the Source, the Life, the Breath that whispers, “Whatever you are doing, wherever you are, stop and notice.”
Read Andrew’s “Go Ask Dad’s ABCs” essay: “Q-R-S-T” HERE