God's Family
Whenever I talk about baptism, and especially Jesus’ baptism, I’m deeply indebted to a little boy that I met at Fairport UMC, way back when I was a seminary student interning there. Me and the little boy’s mom had a common connection–Asbury First UMC in Rochester, where her family used to go. She explained that they were once members, and her older child was baptized there, but when she moved out to the suburbs there was just no earthly way to get young children out of bed, fed, dressed, ready, and out the door in time to make it to a church that was twenty minutes away. Now that I have my own Motley Crew, I have to agree, I think it would be easier to get my kids to Mars than to church most Sundays. So, this mom found a new church home right in Fairport. But when her little boy, who was maybe 8 or 9 at the time, heard the word “baptized”, his ears perked up, because this boring mom conversation suddenly became interesting, so he ran over and asked: “Mommy, what’s ‘baptized’?” Hi...