And when Jesus had been baptized, just as he came up from the water, suddenly the heavens were opened to him and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.”
Matthew 3: 16-17
When our 2 eldest sons were little boys, we lived in Toronto Ontario. Since their grandparents lived in Simcoe County an hour to the north, we combined church attendance with visits to the in-laws and became commuter Christians.
We decided to have Stephen and David baptized when they were 4 and 2 years old. We weren’t sure how much the boys would remember of the event.
Then 2 years later, another couple brought an infant for baptism, and Rev. Pendlebury, the same minister who baptized Stephen and David, presided.
The boys were quite fascinated and I wondered how much they were relating this to their own baptism. Four year old David leaned over to me and said in his best stage voice, “I remember when God washed my hair.”
I don’t remember my own baptism… but I remember when Mom washed my hair. She did it with love, patience kindness and delight.
Then before long I was washing my own, and I remembered the steps she showed me. It was always a connection between us.
So maybe God as our hair-washer is an apt image. God lavishes us with love and care – then shows us how to go and do the same for others. As we think of Jesus’ baptism, let’s remember our own: It’s a sign of how we’re loved, and a good place to start sharing that love.